I teased you a bit, bringing my lips to the head of your cock as if I was about to suck on it, then just giving it another lick. You groaned and I lic...ked you again, longer this time, from your balls up the base of your dick and along your shaft until I reached the tip, then swirled my tongue around it. I parted my lips like I was about to let you fuck my mouth then pursed them instead, blowing cool air against the hot, wet head of your cock, making you twitch and clench you fists. I leaned back. We went in and she started kissing & told me in my ears, “, want a nice cunnilingus and a shivering orgasm”. She fell down on the bed and spread her pussy. Hmmm, that was a very inviting posture. I didn’t waste my time, started slowly rubbing her pussy. Grabbed her boobs and started pinching her nipples while playing her pussy with my tongue.Most of the ladies I have had sex with gives a lot of nonverbal signals of what they want, as a professional I love to please them to the core. Pinching. Speaking to Mistress, so far away. "Cyber pussy..." His name was... "Cyber pussy..." Nipples felt so hard. "Cyber pussy..." Green eyes pulled him down, making him so sleepy. Slave tried to remember his name. "Cyber pussy..." Slave tried to remember... "Cyber pussy..." Slave tried to remember... the ballet... dancing and spinning... aching for Mistress... the ballet... the spinning and dancing... Giselle... Dancing... Spinning... "Cyber pussy..." Spinning... Giselle... Deeper and deeper.... My ass, my legs, my back; nothing was spared. I'd tried to be strong early on, and then when I'd been brought to the point of genuinely crying, I tried pleading. I tried using every respectful tone I could manage, and I'd also been brought to the point of trying to be serious, even cursing at him. And then it went further, where my mind was broken down. My pleading was real now, my promises genuine. I begged for any and everything that he presented to my mind; I begged to see my wife beaten.