I could almost hear him chuckle as she slowly made her way back to the table."I really hope the fuck this works," she hissed as she reached out and to...k my hand. "I'm going to hate going through this for real." I could see what looked like a real tear at the corner of her eye and she sniffed almost inaudibly."What... ?" I started to ask but she interrupted me before I could finish the question."I'll tell you when we're alone," she hissed and I nodded. Moving quickly she led me through the maze. Simultaneously the vibrations kicked up to a much more serious level. The vibrations caught her off guard and she threw her head back in ecstasy. As she did she once again caught sight of herself in the mirror. The picture was complete now. The slave girl in the mirror was a study in erotic submission. Riding the dildo buried partially inside her, arms pulled back tightly behind her, her oiled breasts set high on her chest displayed proudly by her stringent bondage, blonde hair flaying wildly. At first, I looked her in the eye trying to remember what I was saying, and to prevent from seeming flustered, but to no avail. She kept talking and brushing her hair in long slow strokes, and turned from the profile to face me, still making no effort to cover her breasts. My gaze lowered to her full and round breasts perched high on her youthful body, and the words began to fail. I stammered though my sentence letting her know we were about to start our evening and wishing her a good night. My. Unenthusiastically, I pulled my head away from his throbbing cock as my saliva dripped onto the linen floor.“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Didn’t it feel good?”“Babe, it felt amazing but I want you to feel good too,” he reassured as he helped me to my feet.I kicked my pumps off to the side as he began to pull my leggings down my slender legs. Once more, I was hit with shyness as my panties came into view. Pulling my leggings completely off, he gave my thighs a few kisses before picking me up. With.