No one was there yet, and she touched up my oil and squirted some lube into my holes ‘for good measure’ she said.The music was loud and I was stan...ding nude, oiled, in heels in this small room. I walked the perimeter, looking at the art. Paintings of slaves being used and abused, the pure ecstasy on their faces was obvious.I heard someone clear their throat and turned around to see a man entering. He unzipped his jeans and sat in the couch, pulling out his cock and stroking himself. I. I decided on an androgenous, non-threatening persona. I had longish hairso wore it down, with a slight curl at the shoulder-length ends, and usedclear lip-gloss with just a hint of pink and some glitter, but relativelysubtle. I had just the faintest touch of blusher as well. I wore tight-fitting tops that could be seen as blouses or perhaps somewhat feminineshirts and tailored trousers that were a bit clingy to show off myassets.I was 47 when I started so no youngster but then again I wasn't. My only excuse is that lack of sex the last couple of days. At that moment, neither of us were worried, for after my initial quick release, the next would be memorable.My senses finally returned while my Slave licked my wilted cock slowly, savoring every intimate touch. Our craft was almost upon the shore north of the cluster of rocks I had been aiming for.Well, rather than fight the waves back out, I simply grounded the zodiac up onto the rocky beach. I doubt if my Slave even noticed that we. Chup-chap chud bas.To fir wo bolne lagi: Thoda dheere karo, tumhara lund mere pehle pati se zyada mota hai.Fir maine usko ek kiss diya, aur muskura ke sorry bola. Aur fir dheere se lund andar daalne laga. But uski chut thodi tight lag rahi thi, to maine lund baahar nikala, aur uski chut ko apni thook se bhar diya. Fir apne lund ko maine chut mein daal diya, aur apne lund ko aage-peeche karne laga.Main apne lund ko poora uski chut mein daalne laga. Udhar meri biwi apne baap ka lund maze se le.