Elizabeth pressed harder and harder on the root of her clit, moving her finger back and forth very subtly."Faster ... faster" she demanded breathlessl... and her kneeling companion obeyed.A few seconds later the rocket launched from between her legs and exploded in her head. Her tit squeezing hand shot down and grabbed her lover's wrist, stopping the in and out motion and keeping the toy buried as far as it could go inside her. Her spasming vagina clamped down hard on the fake cock and sort of. And yes, I would very much like for you to do that." She was blushing so hard she looked like she was fit to burst.She gave a firm nod that was almost comical in its determination and settled herself. "Okay. OH-kay. I can do this. No problemo."No words can describe the feeling when her tongue first touched me there. The brief flick and dab of it as she tasted the swollen head to the deep sucking and licking from her as she grew in confidence was beyond anything I had experienced before. This. Then, I pushed it in a little more. Alissa winced and closed her eyes for a second, gasping afterwards, while I kept my cock in place, pushing against her.“Does it hurt that bad?” I asked while keeping the pressure, and incredibly, feeling the bulge on the palm of my hand through her almost negative belly.“M-Master?” She said, taking off her tiny hand from over her mouth for a second.“Yes?” Her tone alone made me stop, even before she said anything. She wanted to tell me something, and I. ’ ‘Ah fencing. So, are you known for your very quick thrusts?’ She had a wicked smile on her face. ‘It’s not just speed that counts, it’s also accuracy. A good thrust has to get to just the right spot.’ He grinned right back, feeling like he was fencing verbally with the redheaded beauty. ‘Just remember that quicker isn’t always better.’ ‘But in a fencing match, it’s the last man left standing that wins.’ Bill put a little extra emphasis on the word ‘standing.’ The two other women, growing.