Sunny was taking all the shaft in her and I could feel her cervix as I go full length deep. The first time I had seen Sunny came, her was looked like ...she was in agony. She started losing control of her body and started shaking, quivering and spaz. She yelled “Stop, please stop, I can’t handle it. It’s so sensitive.”. I know deep down she was enjoying me continuously pounding her as she orgasms. As our intimate sex continues, we had tried different position. I told sunny to go top of me but she. Which both fascinates and terrifies me. “Get on the table,” He orders, motioning to a kind of black, metal examining table with restraints. I quickly climb up on the table and lay on my back. He restrains my arms and...and soon I am helpless and completely at his mercy which I doubt exists. He disappears out of my peripherals and I begin to get anxious and nervous. I feel a hand place a ball gag in my mouth and secure it behind my head. I don't think much of it until I look beside me and Master. Before he could do or say anything, however, his attention drifted elsewhere as his gaze dropped to her heaving chest, the flimsy material of her bra clinging to her breasts. She smiled. “I don’t bite,” she cooed before adding, “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” He still looked unsure and she rolled her eyes with a huff before taking a small step back and slipping out of her soaked bra, dropping it to the shower floor with a splat. She ran her hands over her tits and looked invitingly at. There was something about him that made her let her guard down. She would have gladly lost herself in those arms, those lips. I couldn’t. I can’t, she thought sadly as she grabbed her car keys and headed to the door. She knew Michael was watching her like he had every day for the past year. He waited in his car and watched her get into hers. Every single day she ignored him. She couldn’t help it today. Today she felt powerful. Thoughts of Damien and how his touch felt on her skin made her feel.