For a minute I thought that they forgot me and the world. My master asked my mistress to give a blow job to make his dick strong for the session. She ...gave him a nice blow job and his dick got really hard. They went to missionary style. My master asked me to lick my mistress feet while they were fucking. They both were fucking and I was licking my mistress feet gently like I was cleaning it. My mistress feet was pretty white and beautiful I don’t know why but I enjoyed doing it.They were busy. She let out a loud sigh and put both her hands on his underarm. “I understand, but...well, will you need to...restrict my freedom?“Dunno….that depends on you, I guess…She gasped. Several of her friends had told about light bondage and she had read the entire “50 shades” series and had seen the first two films. But it had meant to be a secret fantasy and nothing more. Warm soft fingers gently parted her lower lips. A fingertip softly went inside her. She tried to muffle her gasp, but that was. After that I shifted all my attention to her boobs as they needed the most attention of all the body parts. I vigorously started sucking her right boob and massaging the other and change the boob every min this went on for 30 mins as I was obsessed with those love balls.By this time I was hard again and I asked her I could tit fuck her and it was my dream to do that with her she readily agreed and slept on her back I climbed in to her and placed my cook between those Big milk sacks and started. Sam had said that? To Charlotte? Whom we hardly knew?Here was the thing. For years, I’d had a fantasy about Sam sleeping with another man. Sam knew this but had never once – not once – given me any indication that she had any interest in fulfilling my fantasy. And now it was happening right in front of me!Had this night been planned, then? What exactly had Sam and Charlotte been discussing on their shopping trip? Had Sam somehow set this up with Peter and Charlotte? It would explain a lot – all.