Her hand on my cock became more deliberate, expertly milking my load into her mouth. I gasped as each pulse of my orgasm felt like a hammer blow of pl...asure to my mind and body. She rapidly swallowed as I spent myself inside of her. Gradually, she slowed down as my throbbing came to a conclusion.She changed position, leaning her head near mine. “That was a big and fast load. Did you miss me that much?” She chuckled quietly as my hardness began to slightly soften in her grip.She could feel me. "Eh ... yes," I said, doing like I wasn't sure where I was."Do you want me to untie you?" Eh..." I said, lifted my head a little and when I looked at the boy, I let out, "Oh!" and acted surprised while still looking at him."Hello," the boy said to me, with a huge smile on his face, and I noticed that he had something else huge in his pants too."Eh ... hi!" I said with a little voice."So? Do I need to untie you?" The girl asked again.I laid my head back down and looked at her, then smiled and. ”“I am not a believer in humiliation or beating her to the point she has to hide bruises, cuts, burns, or other punishments. I believe in only spanking her. I will use my hand, a paddle, a riding crop, a belt, or a cat-of-nine-tails. I will make her ass red and painful but I will never cut her. I will also spank her pussy and tits. Sorry, Mrs. Brown, for my language here.”She nodded that it was OK and so I continued my explanation. “I will also use clamps, handcuffs, and other things that will. Gretchen was grinning at her Master as she stroked his pecker. Sylvia had glanced at Craig for his permission before taking out John's cock and stroking it. A memorable dinner. When dinner was served they had to stop the under table play and enjoy the meal. But when the table was cleared and the desserts were ordered, with coffee for all, the two ladies slipped under the table cloth and gave each man a short blow job. Neither had to come right now, but it was a pleasure in any case. Gretchen.