"Bitch, go get your maids out fit on, and start washing the dishes and cleaning up what ever mess you have made in the kitchen and don't forget my cof...ee."With those orders set in place I proceeded to do my chores, knowing that my arse and exposed cock were on constant display and very vulnerable.As I entered the lounge room and knelt beside the couch, I offered my Mistress her coffee, she looked at my dribbling cock, and ran her finger along it's length, stopping only to scope up the pre-cum. Why not savor the moment. Besides, the texture of his skin felt terrific on my hands. And his low moans told me I was on the right course after all. So I opted to use the rest of the lotion to spread it to the ribs and on the back of his legs. My lotion massage may have relaxed him too much; he looked like he was falling asleep. I admired his whole body again, but once again, I couldn’t help but to focus on his gorgeous small butt. I wondered if anyone would care if I dared to touch it. . He put is large hand on my shoulder and laughed. "You scored with her Rob," he said. "Don't know how you did it, but she's a looker."My wife, Jill, was scurrying around the garden attending to her guests at the barbeque. She wore a pair of lime green shorts that emphasized her curved ass and a thin white cotton t-shirt that didn't quite reach the waistband of her shorts. Although Jill was not the sporting type she was blessed with long, muscled legs that tapered to finely boned ankles. Her hair. A narrow line of fiery torment burned across the middle of her bare back, adding its agony to the others that simmered on her skin. She sagged in her bonds, her wrists tugging at the ropes that stretched her arms taut between two vertical posts.Her spine arched and her body stiffened as her limbs tensed against the lash. She cried out, but the yell was cut short by a gasp of pain as the whip whistled and cracked behind her. Looking down, she saw her naked breasts glistening with sweat, her.