"Now lick my soles, slave-boy." I'm starting to get cocky. "Start at the heel and wipe your tongue all the way to the pad of my big-toe... There's a g...od slave. Aren't you an obedient little foot-licker?" I praise you like a well-behaved pet before giving you your next stern command.This whole time, I don't let you put your hands anywhere near your dick. I make you wait until you're so worked up, the slightest touch could send you into the most powerful orgasm of your life. I make you hold it. I took every opportunity to press my breasts against him or rub my cunt on him.I wondered why Hubby did not bring up the idea of letting Frank fuck me.Frank never made a pass at me and I began to think he may be gay.Hubby assured me that he wasn't but we never discussed the idea of me fucking Frank. I wanted it to be a surprise if and when we did it. Hubby never seemed to catch on to the idea that Frank would make an excellent sex toy. I was surprised he had not asked me to fuck frank before. “Shit! Help me someone! Oh, god!” I plunged the knife into the mattress, inches from her head. She broke out into choked sobs, her face distorted into a grimace of fear. The tears were flowing freely now. “Did anyone ever tell you you’re prettier when you cry, Amanda?” I asked. I grabbed a handful of her tee-shirt and poked the blade through, making a small hole. Then I reached my fingers through the hole and tore the shirt down the middle, exposing her torso. She was wearing a bra, so I cut. But unlike the other two girls, who were both topless, Kimberly kept her tank top and bikini bottoms on the whole time that I saw.My evening with Scott was fairly quiet, but nice.I violated the rules… my own rules… unlocked him, rubbed his balls, took his penis in my mouth, gently sucked him, and invited him to make love to me. I really missed that with him… not so much his penis, which I can barely feel when he’s inside me… but his love and tenderness with me. It was nice. I loved the way he.