He would stroke his cock in shallow lunges for a while and then drill deep, until his cock couldn't go any deeper. Soon, he let my legs down and aske...d me to roll over. I did and he immediately remounted me from behind. He reached under me with his hand and again began to stroke my cock. His other hand grabbed at my bra and massaged the fine lace and also ran his hand down my stomach. His mouth came down to my neck and he began to suck on the back and side of it. I was so hot I knew I was. I had dozed off in our living room. She woke me with her tongue in my ear. She stood totally naked with her hands on her hips and her long legs apart. “What may I do for my Master?” she asked in her sexiest voice. I had her dress in the shortest leather mini skirt that she owned. It barely covered her pussy. No underwear. The tiny red top of one of her bikinis. Five inch black heels. “You are my whore. Do you understand?” I asked. “ What may your whore do for you Master?” she quickly replied.. But empty from losing himself in her, and never gaining any part of her in return.He made a decision. If she wanted to sleep in the far off corner of the bed and leave all that available room he was going to take it.Ray said a good bye to his side and moved to the middle. He slid and twisted until he was right next to her. He moved until her back was brushing against his shoulder.She raised her head, "What are you doing," she asked."Nothing, just getting comfortable," he responded with a. It wasn't easy, but she kept her passion under control. She ran her hand down Lucy's waist and over the curve of her abdomen. A few moment later she pulled Lucy's lace bikini briefs off. Valerie felt the dampness on them and smiled again; Lucy was a naughty girl indeed. Valerie took Lucy by her bound hands and led her over to the X. "This is called a St. Andrew's Cross." Valerie undid the clip connecting Lucy's cuffs. "Place your arms on the cross," Valerie ordered. Even if it was short lived.