This thing made her panties feel completely wrong. It was likeshe had a pillow stuck between her legs. John just smirked at Marcy'sdiscomfort, the pad...was clearly visible even now that it was covered byMarcy's panties. These dainty things simply weren't meant for anythinglike this."Alright, you can put your dress back on as well," John said as hepulled the floppy bow of her apron and helped her take it off. So itwouldn't disturb the cum painting he had made on her face. Helping Marcyback in. He held me easily and fucked me while standing. I screamed wildly, feeling his rock hard dick going in and out of me, and my boobs rubbing against his chest. It looked like he was getting tired though, and soon he let me down. "I have an idea," he said, then turned me around and walked me right up to the window. He pressed me against it, and I could feel my nipples hardening of the touch of the cold glass. "Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear, licking and biting it slightly from behind.. I wanted more - always more orgasms. I wanted to please Him and satisfy Him and make Him cum - but part of me just wanted Him to keep pounding His cock deeper into me. And if He wasn’t fucking me, I wanted Him in my mouth. I wanted to slide my lips over His smooth, stiff cock. I wanted to trace that special vein of His with my tongue. I wanted to taste Him explode in my mouth. I not only craved His cock (and His attention), but now I craved cumming. I had become His cumslut.(I’m wet now.)This. ? The leash raised the chain linking the nippleclamps, tugging the clamps and forcing the slave to step forward to ease thepressure.? Her lead was complete.? She could now walk him by the leash, which hewould have to follow to relieve the pain the clamps caused his nipples, andwhen she pulled harder the leather thong would tighten around his balls.? He would follow wherever she led him.Fromthe bag she retrieved the zapper.? Thezapper was a devilish device, shaped like a tennis racket, only.