I feel your hands slide north again, this time up my back, pushing me forwards over the saddle. Obediently I bend, happy to relinquish control now I h...ave what I want slamming inside me. It affords you an unencumbered view of my naked arse and the smooth curves that lead to the hidden, shorn lips. You piston with renewed vigour, maybe recalling the recent time I let you penetrate my dark star. I'm unsure if you realise how manipulative I can be, making it seem as if something's for your benefit. My guy was a large black man well built with a nice tight ass and from what I could tell a very large package in the front I couldn't wait to unwrap. Cheryl’s masseuse was a very voluptuous blond with a very large but firm ass. As we were getting full body massages nothing was left untouched and I could hear Cheryl’s pleasure and had to smile to myself. The chefs started to set the table. The masseuses had us turn over and we had a cucumber mask put on and were told to lay there and not to move. “You know I do.”“Cinema.”Extracting herself, laughing, she walked to the occasional table. She clasped its edge, legs slightly apart, calves taut, and presented that peachy rump. Melded perfectly to her body, the suspender straps hooked into each of the stockings. Smouldering eyes looked back, loaded with provocation, and half-open lips laced with mischief.“I want to be fucked like this, I want everyone to see.” So matter of fact, it sounded filthier.She clasped a cheek of her behind, pulled. I was panting and giddy with pleasure. I’d completely lost control of myself and it had felt utterly amazing.However Oren did not look anywhere near as thrilled as I did.“You came without permission. And not to mention I didn’t even get to tell you the terms of your release.”“I’m…sorry…master…”“No. Not yet you’re not.”My heart did a nervous two step as Oren once again abandoned the bed for the closet. Whatever he had in mind, it couldn’t be good for me. Yet somehow the anticipation of the.