The guy looked at me, scanning me up and down. He didn't seem surprised, shocked, or disgusted. Quite the opposite. "Would you invite me in, please?" ...he asked. His voice was rich, deep, and had the essence of manliness. He was wearing designer jeans, black shoes, a sharp button down shirt, and an expensive leather jacket. Needless to say, judging strictly by his clothes, he wasn't a poor person by any means. I wasn't terribly tall, only 5'7" and just over 6" when wearing heels. This gentlemen. "Oh yes, as long as it pleases my Master." She replied."Well, let's see how your new gift works" he said. And with that, he tightened down the screws (which were already plenty tight) causing my wife to moan in pain, and taking the chain in his fist led my wife on her hands and knees around the room. He was literally pulling her around by her tits, and her nipples were stretched way out as she struggled to keep up. Being dragged around by her nipples by a Black master in a sleazy hotel room was. Slowly she reached under my lungi and took my cock in her hands and started squeezing it vigorously. This act mad me to make a loud moan and I suppressed it by biting at her lips which mad her hornier. I decided to proceed further and took her hand and placed my index finger between her fingers and made a fucking movement indicating that I want to fuck her and but she started to move her hand up and down in my shaft and started masturbating. Since this is the first time that an adult women. ‘Me too,’ admitted Fran. ‘But,’ she added with the air of a girl that liked her sleep, ‘why have you dragged me out here?’ ‘Don’t you see, Fran? We can double our money.’ Connie made a criss-crossing gesture. ‘Geddit?’ Fran looked nonplussed. ‘Jeez, Fran, it beats me why James thinks you’re so smart,’ Connie hissed impatiently. ‘I’ll go and sleep in your bed with Sam, you get in mine with, er … er …’ Connie struggled to remember the name of the man whose fluids even now were trickling out of.