That feeling was overwhelming. I watched her, as she stood back, and ran her hands over her body, touching her hot skin, feeling her breasts, her ton...ed stomach. I watched her peel her bra from her body, and my eyes dropped to her prefect breasts. She ran her hands over them, cupping them. Feeling them. She rolled her nipples between her fingers and threw her head back as pleasure coursed through her. Keeping one hand to play with her breast, she pulled her other hand down the skin and under. Also it will probably be 2-3 weeks between sessions. What if in between sessions, if sissy wanted relief, he would beg Mistress to allow him to come over, park in the driveway, crawl up to the rear door in just one of his itchy wool sweaters, give Mistress $100 and then crawl into the fenced area in the backyard, play with himself on all fours, lick up his cum (even from the dirty mud if Mistress wanted) then crawl back to his car and leave. Mistress would not even have to come outside and. But she was right, that was pure torture and bliss combined.”I sighed, and gave her another soft kiss. “Holly, that was not intended as torture. But sometimes, we would do these little games. One time we might make love and neither of us say a single word, she actually started that game. Another time stopping all motions just as the other was about to cum. Or maybe even going as hard and fast as we could to make the other person cum first. But it was always in fun, like a game. Not to deny or. So, her hands slowed down on the other two men, still throughly rubbing them from one end to the other though. She sucked roughly on the cock in her mouth, shoving it deeper and deeper into her mouth in rapid succession, the loud slurping noise of her mouth devouring the member echoed in the bathroom. Though, she wasn't the only one making noise in the party. There were countless moans, commands, and compliments from the men on the other side of the wall. The blonde seemed to even ignore the.