At the end of it was a dark and huge door which looked like it came straight from a Victorian castle. They had not visited that place and she wondered... what it was like inside. "Probably something that looks like Christian Grey’s playroom," she mused as she walked toward the door. When she was closer to it, she saw the sign with ‘Restricted Area’ written on it. Hesitating for just a moment, she grabbed the handle and pushed the door open to be greeted by the moaning of what sounded like a human. " Randi went rigid. I was going to move my arms when she hugged me and started crying again. I stroked her hair as she cried. After a while, she settled down and snuggled into my arms."I'm sorry." Randi whispered."Shh ... That's OK." No," She looked at me, "I mean that I'm sorry for the way I've treated you."My heart skipped a beat, I pulled her closer. "I'm sorry too."She kissed me. The Earth shook, the trees sang. My soul erupted in Fourth of July fireworks. Actually, I held her and shook. She gasped as a new surge of pleasure sent trickles of her cunt cream sliding down the shaft like tiny waterfalls. "Please…" she moaned, "this slave cunt doesn't deserve her Master's good will, but she will do whatever you wish to make it up to you. Please Master, let this cunt show you her devotion and how sorry she is to have displeased you!" Seeming to like her answer, he rubbed her clit more fervently, clearly relishing the sight of her nipples pebbled up with arousal, her cunt busting. We didn’t always get the movements timed quite right. Although it was good, it wasn’t amazing and when she pulled back at the same time as I did, I popped out of her. “Oh,” I said, “sorry about that." “Don’t be,” she replied. “I know I’m not very tight there.” Then she reached down and grasped my cock, now slippery with her juices. “You’ll find this better,” she said and pressed my cock against her asshole. “You sure?” I asked. She responded by pressing me in further and I entered her with.