Ferrari gasped again and Gimp could feel her hips start to thrust. He knew she was close. Was he allowed to finish her off or would Mistress demand ...im not too.Gimp waited eagerly for the next order from Mistress. The confusion was too much. Gimp wasn't sure what to do. If he continued or stopped, he could be punished. Was this more mental torture?Gimp looked at Mistress. She looked back with a blank face. Was she pleased or not? Gimp had no idea.Mistress stood up, walked across the. ”My first wife: “Help her. She is a small girl. Don’t leave her alone.”Me: “Me leaving her alone? No chance. How it is possible? She always tells me to do some work with her.”My first wife: “Do whatever she tells you. Give the phone to her.”I gave back the phone to my secret wife.Her mother: “ Selvi, I told daddy to do whatever you tell him. Ok?”“Ok Mom. Take care. Umaaah.”She cut the phone and smiled. “Do you know what Mom said? You have to do whatever I tell you.”“Ok My angel. Order me and I. Just then, you feel the most powerful orgasm come over you as your body spasms trying to handle the intensity of it. You scream so loud that it might have been heard across the bay. We keep going deeper and harder into your waves of pleasure, one right after the other. You never knew whose mouth or fingers it was and you didn’t care as long as they were still coming for you. You were just about to orgasm again and this time your vision was blurry with your head swaying from it coming on. You. I move away completely, you growl in frustration. I kiss you again so you can taste yourself. Lips mashing together, tongues fighting for dominance. My hands once again make their move downwards, scratching your stomach feeling your muscles ripple underneath. I trace your clit again, your hands are resting on my shoulders, I thrust one finger into you, you nearly collapse. I move my right arm around your back keeping you close, making sure you dont fall. I curl my finger inside you, exploring,.