Tina came first, bucking and gasping, her eyes still riveted to my cock which was oozing with slippery lubricant, and I could make out her erect clito...ris poking out of it’s fleshy sheath.My cock was throbbing painfully, my balls were tight as my scrotum contracted, awaiting the release of built-up spunk that I knew was going to happen…My sister inched towards me, and I reached slipped my fingers into her pussy, as she worked her clit in semi-circles with her fingers, faster and faster, and I. The pain shot through my breasts and I clinched my hands in pain. I watch myself being whipped in the mirror. I lost track of time and the number of lashes. Sweat beaded up on my forehead and chest. My hair fell over my face as I dropped my head. The whipping continued but he had moved his attention to my inner thighs. I was exhausted and my head hung limp on my chest between each stroke of the whip. I could see my panties getting wet in the mirror. Master John then took a. The desperate need to lick Lisa’s pussy started to fade as she smelled the milk. Claire began to shiver as she tried to resist it, looking down at Jen, gulping loudly at one nipple, milk dribbling down her chin, Lisa suckling at another, desperately.Claire sobbed in humiliation, her mind raging against what she was doing. She wouldn’t give in to this! She was more than just some ... some piece of sexual livestock! She was a woman, she wasn’t going to be used like... It was her own moan of. "She was already beat, and emotionally drained, so she just nodded and went into their room to pack. Michelle followed, and we were soon in my rental car, headed south. We made it down to Brandenton, and turned west to Anna Maria. It was dark by the time we turned south. They kept asking, "Where are we going?" It was worse than "Are we there yet?"When I turned into the condo they both said, "This is nice."After I led them to the elevator and up to the penthouse, I unlocked the combination key.