I felt his forearm push my legs down, pinioning me. There must have been two-dozen pairs of eyes trained on my upturned ass. I felt so vulnerable, so ...mbarrassed, so excited. I was glad Master didn’t choose to drive his fingers between my legs or it would’ve been impossible for me to deny my sexual arousal at his mistreatment. ‘Master, pleaseee don’t, Master, please,’ I begged of my tormentor. ‘Please, I beg of you, have some decency.’ I felt him chuckle, though he had the good grace not to. If you want to drink later, give me your keys first—that's the rule." Thanks, Ralph, that's a good rule. I don't know if I will have a drink or not, but if I do, I'll gladly give you my keys. I guess that means its okay to crash here," I said."Yes, it sure is. Some of this group will be staying the night. These things have been known to get a little wild," Ralph said with a grin, but then he got serious. "Look, if any of these guys get out of hand I would appreciate a little help. I don't want. I felt the teasing touch of his finger tips as if working me up to a crescendo as he rimmed me there, I heard him squeeze a tube and realised it was some lubrication and then I knew what he had planned. To that point I had not seen his credentials, but when, glancing being me I got my first sight I felt a surge in my being and knew that is what the serving would be as James really got to work lubricating my asshole and making it very supple as I heard the squelch caused by his gently protruding. My desire is growing, matched only by your own, and so you murmur your approval as my fingers slowly draw up the hem of your dress. The warmth of my fingers is heightened by the coolness of the breeze, and my heart speeds up as my fingers glide along the smoothness of your skin. Slowly climbing up your thigh, my finger does a little dance, our kiss has become quite intense, it’s as though we’re starved for each other’s lips, starting to devour each other. Your ass grinds against me, you feel my.