.. to pinch and twist her nipples, to change hands, to lick her fingers, to play with her asshole... each command punctuated with a lash of the crop a...ainst the insides of her splayed thighs. Cheryl's need grew with each passing moment, with each new command, until she was finally told to stop.Holding her hands clasped behind her neck as ordered, Cheryl began to sense that there were others in the room. She wisely held position, however, while her Master stroked her cheek, calming her once. Ben’s legs waved helplessly in the air until he locked his ankles together and pulled himself up to meet the aggressive thrusts, the bed slamming noisily again. Smita came to sit next to his head and took over the restraining of his arms by sitting on them. Her husband kissed her, and she reached between their bodies to grab Ben’s sticky cock and work it with her hand.“Where should I cum again, slut?”“In me, Sir!” Ben didn’t have to pretend anymore — he wanted it for real. “Fill me with your. Suddenly her phone buzzed and she immediately grabbed it, hoping it was Alex. "Will", she said when she saw who the message was from. She'd been ignoring him since she threw him out yesterday. She knew she owed him an explanation, but she didn't know what to do. "Story of my life", she said, sighing as she set the phone back down.***Alex was sitting on the couch when he heard a knock on the door. He got up and opened the door, to find a man standing there. "Can I help you", Alex asked, the man. They splashed about the water, when both had enough, they got out and each of them had a beer, then said goodnight. Jessica was back the next night, even though her pool had been cleaned. She was wearing a different bikini, this one was made of a silver metallic substance and she looked so sexy in it. They swam together, shared their day and laughed and before Trace knew it, it was 11 PM. It went on like that for nearly two weeks, she wore a sexy, skimpy new bikini every time. Steeling up his.