He knows that my ass gets extremely sensitive after I cum and he usually pulls out to finish off in my pussy. Tonight he had no intention of doing tha...t. Now I was writhing uncomfortably underneath him as he punished my poor butt. I felt him tense up and his hot seed starting spurting deep into me. I swear his cock got bigger as he came. I felt him slide out of me and was about to stand upright when I felt another set of hands grasp my hips. Obviously Master was going to take a turn too. Feeling. I oiled his balls and tested his nerve endings until he asked to be able to ejaculate. But I said “Not yet Joshua, not yet.” He swayed his head from side to side. This was the apogee of phallic sensation and it was tantamount to divine torture. I left the room and returned slipping a blindfold on him from behind. I held his sizzling stalk at the base and slapped it several times with the flat of my fingers. He groaned and almost wept. I stood naked before him masturbating. I really loved my own. My own parents were divorced when I was just four and my mother remarried when I was about seven. My step-grandmother was a very classy lady, quite pretty and trim, who had been a judge's wife until he died of a heart attack about three years before my mother married her son.My grandmother took to me and I took to her, we just clicked, if you know what I mean. So, I spent a lot of time at her house, often overnight, sometimes with cousins, sometimes by myself.Her house would probably be called. I think it will be so fucking hot.” I just looked at Peter and shook my head. I was now more nervous than ever. I wasn’t sure what it would feel like to be with such hung men. I hoped it would be as hot as my husband seemed to think it would be. * My husband parked and opened my door. We held hands walking into the hotel and went into the bar. We sat down and ordered drinks. There were so many people looking at me. I felt very self-conscience. “Ellen, stop fidgeting. You look hot.” “I hope.