& beg prettily.In between the last & the next weekend master had been away for a couple of days but when he returned unexpectedly he had caught me mas...urbating. I hadn’t been expressly forbidden to masturbate until then but I had been punished severely with the whip.The next weekend away he had chastised me in front of the club I had ?ben wah? inserted front & rear to wear all the time I wasn’t being fucked. The other girls had been horrified & afraid until the next weekend when they were. Quickly standing up she straddled him, and guided his cock into her hot pussy. Slowly lowering her body down on him, impaling her cunt, sliding down on the perfect cock, his cock. They both groaned at the same time. She was looking down at him from her seat upon him. Looking deeply into each other’s eyes, saying with their eyes, unspoken,’ I love you’. Rocking up and down and back and forth, they rode towards their goal. His hands on her hips. Her arms over his shoulders and around his neck.. He asked again, “Can you see how hard it is?”“No, I can’t see anything. It’s too dark,” but trying to be polite, I offered, “I can feel how hard you are.”He reiterated, “But I want you to see how hard it is?”After saying that, I felt the weight of his hands on my shoulders. He didn’t push, but in my mind, I think resisted. However, my cock was in controlling my actions and it wasn’t generating any opposition. In a couple seconds, my knees buckled and I found myself kneeling in front of his. I knew what effect this could have, and so that did – she tasted her self and loved it. We were then –once more- deep tonguing and sharing the pleasures of our female – girl/girl – love.Busy weeks followed, we both had college weeks with little time for pleasure, it seemed.But I did not forget the agreement we had, and so I invited my ex(=on and off) boyfriend Michael for the experiment I had in mind for Susan. We met in a well know Amsterdam Café to discuss this.As I thought, he was not only.