So there I was, just like Meatloaf wrote "all revved up with nowhere to go." I tried going back to sleep. On one side. On the other side. On my back. ...On my stomach. Nothing worked. Got up, went to the computer, played around and watched some porn, which didn't help either and only exacerbated the situation. Finally, went back to bed.The time: 2:30am. Still couldn't sleep. It didn't help that she was snoring lightly. What the hell!? If I can't sleep, neither will she. I started caressing her. Johnson, pressing as close as possible without joining us at the junction of her womanhood.I could feel the moisture flowing from her, as I repositioned and brought Mr. Johnson lengthwise into the groove of her lips. Her body recognized the rocking motion, and joined in as I used my length to tease her lips and clitoris. Millie's breath caught in her throat as I nudged Mr. Johnson had against her nubbin.Her body tensed up as I teased her most intimate junction. Her lips seemed to be trying to. She nodded her head quickly several times. All their eyes returned to The Whipmaster as he once more snapped his whips above his head. The then began– literally– whipping out the “William Tell Overture”.After only a few notes, most of the audience recognized it, even if they thought it was the theme from The Lone Ranger. He had barely finished the opening bars, however, when one of the slaves... the one everyone had been looking at, suddenly flinched and stepped back.“How dare you!” he. His cock got rock hard and his ass puckered as the rubber cock fucked him deep and rough. She ass fucked him as she jerked his cock and he let out a scream as he had never felt anything so good and he just wanted more. His cock pulsed for close to an hour before it finally settled down. He was exhausted but had never felt so good. He had cum every where. On him and the bed and the whores hand. She laid beside him and said "How are you?" He replied "I have never felt better. That was amazing. I.