Oluth’s balls would occasionally rise and strike Saela’s gooey chin as she slathered away with her tongue and lips. An impatient Aryth crossed in...front of them, standing with his legs on either side of Saela, perhaps not wanting to wait for his next victim. He savagely slapped his semi-hard dong across the bouncing breasts that bobbled before him, whacking them into unusual orbits along their already chaotic axis with his heavy dick. Then he had ‘Tia’s hair in hand and was cramming himself. Perhaps that’s why, if I could, I’d become a woman. But when I watch straight videos, I put myself in the place of the woman. I identify more with her. I’m not wishing I were that guy nailing her, but wishing I was her getting nailed. I’ve always been submissive and very eager to please. I’ve never had an encounter with another man. I’d love to some day and hope it will happen, but I would have to be fully dressed as a woman and play the part to its fullest. And it wouldn’t bother me if it was. That kind of brought slave back into reality. Master pounded the slave's ass with the paddle several times which made the slave whither in pain and jump. This only made Master spank harder. Master had the slave laying across pillows and folded up cover so that He could have its ass up in the air and it made it easier for Him to spank. Once Master was finished with that He told the slave to put its hands behind its back which of course it did. Then Master tied and bound the hands together. She squats down a bit, trying to force his hands to push against her more forcefully. Instead, he pulls them away. She groans, grabs him by the hair, and pulls his face into her lower belly. Since it is quite soapy, he declines the invitation and pulls back away. Grabbing the hand held shower head off its rack, he runs the hot spray all over her, starting at the shoulders. Once her back is cleaned off, he slides back up behind her again. His dick finds its spot between her cheeks. His left hand.