I leaned in and opened her lips with a finger and thumb and spat twice into her pussy and then stood back up still holding her with one hand and rubbi...ng my bulbous head up and down her slit with the other. She felt the tip slip in and thrust a curled finger into her mouth and bit down on it and closed her eyes tightly as I pushed into her. I could tell by her pain that I must have been much bigger than my buddy, well much wider at least. When my cock nudged her cervix her eyes nearly bugged out. Then she got right out, rolled over on her back and splayed her upper body out over the rock, the gently curving surface arching her back nicely and jutting her huge breasts out most provocatively. The surface was gently breaking on her pelvis, the thin bleached hair of her pubic mound just at water level. She explained that she had to bleach it so it was not obvious while wearing the tan suit. She blushed when the boy said it looked sexy, and reached over and played with the tight curls of. I felt a spark in my clit and fought the urge to close my legs. Master tapped on my arm. “Turn around,” he said. He ran his hand down my tummy and clasped my mound. He pressed his fingers inside and my head lolled to the side. I kept my arms out, pressed my chest toward him. “Whose pussy is this?” he asked me. “It is yours, Master,” I said in a daze. “If it is mine, why did you think you could keep it from me? I wanted it this afternoon, but it wasn’t here when you told me you would bring it. She brought her hands down to her waist and felt a hard metal band encircling her. The strange feeling chased the cobwebs out of her mind and she opened her eyes and sat up. She was naked, as she always was in bed... but as she looked down she was shocked to discover she was wearing what she instantly realized was a chastity belt. It was a hard metal band with rubber edging tightly wrapped around her waist above her hips. From the front, a metal plate extended downward over her pubic mound and.