You were dressed well, I didn’t miss the designer suit, the custom made shirt, the expensive tie or the Coach loafers. The car is certainly not the ...conomy model. The smile and your eyes said you were probably a good guy. Tell me, is there a Mrs. Jack Martin or are there any little Martins out there somewhere?’ ‘Regrettably, no, Kayla. I just haven’t had time, work and making money have become my life. I was married for less than two years back when I was in the Army, it was a big mistake, she. One evening I was with a girl that I had been seeing for only a fairly short time. She had a bubble butt that drew plenty of looks and full, round thighs. She was lying naked on the bed and I spread her legs and got between them and began to admire her fully exposed pussy, rubbing her soft, full thighs. It was the first time I had taken a good look at her full, spread pussy. I grabbed my harden and started stroking it as I continued to admire her naked body. She seemed embarrassed and a little. He keeps hold of her butt plug and picks up some nipple clamps. He walks back over to us, standing there in front of us we keep are eyes lowered. Master attaches a clamp to each of our nipples so that we are joined together and then He pushes us apart to make sure the clamps are in place. He seems pleased when we both cry out as our nipples are stretched. "Back down into the whipping positions My sluts,” He command and then to me, “Make sure your sister gets it right and then face each other.". K."I nodded and said "Last night was rough on me too, but yes, no more asking, just doing."She laughed and said "I masturbated twice, how about you?" Just once." I replied."Think of me?" She asked.I nodded and asked "You?"She laughed lightly and said "Yes, I thought of you, and that girl on the plane. Just you the first time, but the three of us the second time."We delivered the contract from the day before and got a signed copy for ourselves. Then it was off to a couple more places. Marcy.