Knowing he’s watching you tilt your hips and grunt each time he slides against your prostate. Another finger added begins to give you that fullness...you crave. More spit makes him go deeper. He kicks your legs apart and you sink down on his fingers. It’s intense but he holds them inside of you and gives a firm rub to your prostate as you feel his wet, hard cock slide up between your legs and run alongside your own. Back and forth he slides against your length, giving you a taste of what. ..my wholebody seems to be feeling his finger sliding inside me. Wanting it in me."Hold it still" I gasp, and slowly push my hips forward, taking his fingerin, then squeezing it as my hips pull back. My hands on his sexychest. Staring into his silver eyes. And it feels amazing inside of me.And I want to move.And I'm fucking myself on his finger! I lean back holding my heels, humpingmy hips slowly, grabbing it and trying to jam it deeper each time I openup, I can't get enough of it, it feels so. There was one poor slob who was securely fastened to the stocks while his Mistress made him count the lashes he was receiving. When we passed him he was on number 42. Another man was confined in what looked like a large birdcage that was suspended a few feet off the floor. There was barely enough room for him to stand up straight and when he tried to move the cage swayed with him.I was led over to the rack where Mistress quickly undid my wrist and ankle cuffs and ordered me to lie on the rack. “Oh my, oh my god,” she began to squeak. She became louder with every one of my thrusts.I could feel another orgasm building. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I grabbed one of her legs and folded it up under my shoulder. She was bent in half. I wasn’t sure where the desire to do that came from, but something in me knew I could get deeper into her pussy if I folded her in half. She grabbed her other leg and bent it under my other shoulder and with everything I had I was slamming ramming in.