Stacy was grinding against me, her sexy ass pushing against me every time I moved deeply into her wet opening. Her movements were becoming more franti...c and her moans were becoming louder. I could see tiny beads of perspiration appear on her back as she lifted her head. “Oh fuck, Rich, I’m gonna cum,” she cried. “Tell me,” I told her, hoping my demands would turn her on as much as my rough movements seemed to be. Stacy was moaning louder now but pushing back again she almost pleaded. “Please. " I told her not to worry about it and that I was so attracted to her that I'd take whatever I could get.This time she did let me take off her top, and I very carefully removed it to avoid making contact with her hands. She had probably C-cup breasts with beautiful large maroon-colored aureolas. She let me kiss and suck her breasts and, blessedly, she let me leave the lights on! The next part was more tricky. I had been rubbing her vagina above her pants. It was warm, indeed, steamy. I. I was allowed just a few moments to recover before my leash was tugged and I was led to the bed by Elaine. I was made to lay face down and the women sat around the edge of the bed, admiring Elaine’s handiwork; my arse glowing. A tub of antiseptic cold cream was produced, and the women took turns in applying it to my battered backside. Though it stung like hell at first, the action of the women’s hands smoothing it in had me squirming on the soft silk sheets, teasing my erection. Hortense. She's never been short of boyfriends as she has the kind of looks that makes lads go weak at the knees and immediately fall in love with her.At the time that this episode in her life took place she was in a relationship with John, an older married man from Beeston near Nottingham. The sex with him was great and he knew how to treat her in bed and she loved the intimate attention. He had that happy knack of making her feel very special and loved. The only thing he ever asked her to do was to.