“Oh damn, I need to cum,” she moaned as another wave ricocheted through her body, sending her closer to the edge. Jazzy was not sure just how much...more she could stand.John continued what he was doing, using his fingers to bring her that much closer. Finally, she could hold back no more as she tumbled over the edge, her juices squirting all over his face, down his hand, and soaking the bed. Her body shook and trembled, lights flashing before she lost temporary consciousness. Her body soon. Between the two was a silver plate with a collar on it. Directly behind it was a glass dome with a wooden base and in it was a fake red rose and a fake white one similar to what we carried, but without the stems. In front of the plate was a three-foot length of gold colored chain. And off to the right of the plate in between the red candle and the plate was a small bell. In front of the desk was a small white pillow. Everything on the table had a distinct purpose in the Ceremony. We walked up. I looked at Patty's breasts in their full glory. Not bad at all. Istarted to rub myself. I couldn't help it. I just wanted to know whatit felt like. I soon found myself lying on the bathroom floor, rubbingPatty's now perky breasts with both hands. I never would have imaginedthat females could get so much pleasure, just from their chests.Soon I couldn't take it anymore and I was about to reach down Patty'spanties when I stopped myself. That was enough. It was a bit late tostart respecting. I feel sexy, powerful, even dominant.I kneel and take him in my mouth. Not too deep, and not for too long. I need to feel him inside me again. I stand, turn to the wall, and thrust my ass towards him through the streaming hot water. He takes the hint, extending his arms around my tits, grabbing and squeezing my nipples, then using them as handles to brace me as he effortlessly slides his cock inside. I cum quickly, but Carl doesn’t. I don’t want him to, yet. I could fuck in the shower.