She felt a finger probe gently between her lower lips and grunted in protest again.“She’s got a cute little pussy.” The voice quipped, ignoring ...her.“No sampling the goods before we get there.” The driver interjected.“Ah, come on.”“What are ya, a fuckin’ teenager? Jerk off if you can’t wait.”“Fuck you.” The first voice said dejectedly, but he did stop taking advantage of her restrained, naked body.A little more time passed in silence, each time the van stopped she waited for the sound of the. Ilooked up to see a silhouette through the frosted glass that resembledtwo letter B's that hadn't learned that in the missionary position youwhere supposed to face toward each other.The door creaked opened and having thoughts about what I'd be facing, Ireached slowly for the rod I was packing. She entered my office andwalked up to me with her hips swaying in a samba that made Xavier Cugatsound like Spike Jones."Ms Masters, I suppose?" she asked.I let go of my rod and tapped a cigarette out the. I heard her come home, and when she called to me I told her where I was. She peered in and asked if I was alright. I said yes, but was just relaxing in the warm water of my bath. She gave me a bit of a look before backing out and shrugging her shoulders. When I got out of my bath I looked at myself in the mirror admiring what I had. My body was fit, I was in great shape from yoga and swimming, and my bath had given my artificial tan just the right blending. The final touch was to add some oil. I could tell my girlfriend enjoyed this display of masochism. She masturbated furiously as the punishment was being delivered. Then to my surprise Sonya handed me her leash and collar and I guided her off the chair and she knelt on the floor. I commanded her “get on your knees bitch and suck my cock!!!” Sonya immediately dropped on her knees and placed the head of my dick in her beautiful small mouth. She grasped my sizeable organ in her hand and started sucking at the top of my cock as her.