The top portion of her mini dress falls from her shoulders, letting her breasts swing free. Fred quickly licks each nipple, leaving them puffy and wet... with his saliva. Then abruptly, he breaks away from her and lies down on the bench.“Sit on my face,” he bids.Aspen straddles his chest, facing his feet before squatting down. Her pussy hovers over his face, teasing him with the sight of the plug winking between her cheeks. Fred grabs her hips, pulling her down. His face presses up into her slit.. One after the other we all fucked him, we don’t know what was happening in the other room with the Pune girl…. 1-hour alarm bell rang and we are also done with my husband, we finally pulled the banana out of his ass and asked him to come to follow us to the living room…. His face expression had energy but the banana in the ass actually worked and he could not get down from the bed also. We tried to carry him but we could not, we supported him on our shoulders and carried him to the living. I started pumping, hard, and Becky started pushing back, equally hard.“That’s it, John,” Becky urged, “fuck me. Fuck me hard!”I did, for about two minutes. “Becky, I’m gonna cum if I keep going like this...”“Can’t have that,” she panted as she let herself fall face down on the bed, dislodging me from her pussy. “Not yet, anyway.”I knelt there on the bed with my cock covered in Becky’s juices. It was hard and throbbing and wouldn’t have needed more than a touch to make me spurt. I didn’t know. What was possible and what would get the wind in my sails or should I say, wood in my mast?What I discovered was rather simple. Actually it was reaffirming. First, I was not alone. The Internet was full of information on all sorts of Master / Slave relationships. Second, I simply wanted the freedom to do whatever popped in my head without reservation or hesitation. The questions that remained were how far I wanted to go and with who and the answers proved to be equally simple. I wanted a world.