In the car while driving Master demanded I get into the back seat and unzip the satchel sitting on the seat. I tumbled over the front seat like some t...ype of sexual pole vaulter and opened the bag. Inside were a leather corset and crotch-less leather shorts. I undressed hurriedly and put the outfit on again amazed at the exact fit. It fit very snuggly and resembled some of the garments he had chosen for me to wear in public. This one had a matching face mask with blinders over the eyes and only. I pull the man up to my face and kiss him deeply, his cock is right at my pussy opening. He pushes forward with f***e and easily slides into me. I gasp as he thrust into me over and over with such passionate f***e. My pussy trying to hold his cock inside me, I can feel it swelling as we are both nearing release. With a final thrust he plunges deep into me and my pussy clamps down tight in an effort to hold him. Then he tenses up and his cock explodes pumping his hot seed deep into me causing. ‘Now I need a gangbang coach.’ Leaning forward, she pleaded, ‘Cindy, I want to become the woman Wes imagines. Are you willing to help me?’ I sat back, silent while my thoughts raced. She seemed clueless about what a gangbang would involve. On the other hand, as an athlete she was a competitor, a winner who didn’t give up. If doing a gangbang was her goal, she could do it. And, there was chemistry. I already liked her. I lifted my glass. ‘I’m in. I’ll be your coach.’ Vicky looked so happy as we. On the floor just outside the door was a pair of black lace panties, they weren’t quite a thong, but nor were they boyleg..but I slid them on, and picked up the card that sat next to them. Do you promise to obey me, and trust me no matter what? Answer aloud. “Yes, ma’am…I will and I trust you completely.” I was rewarded with a slight buzz from my “friend” and assumed that meant to proceed. To my right I saw a beautiful matching black lace camisole, and I moved toward it. I slid it on…it felt.