I felt my legs shake and thought I was going to fall but Master held me up. He looked down at my naked body and my eyes followed his. The cum that dre...nched me all over was so profuse and layered so thick that even the cold night air was not drying it. I could still make out the words that Master had written on my body earlier. ‘cum slut’ emblazoned in red across my breasts, still visible beneath the gooey cum. The words ‘Bitch’ and ‘Whore’ equally visible on each thigh. The smell of sperm was. "Put your hands above your head and hold onto the headboard," she ordered as she maneuvered to kneel between his legs. "Giving orders now?" Paul teased, looking both amused and anxious as she ran her hands up the insides of his legs. The size of his cock was still frightening, but she was hoping that giving herself a closer acquaintance with it would ease some of her worries. That and she just wanted to touch him."Yes, and if you want your treat instead of a trick then you'd better do as I. She wore black hose and six-inch heels. I gestured for her to sit on my lap, my hand sliding up her thigh. "Britta, you please me. I saw you earlier, in the lounge, in this same outfit. You glow against it. I want you. Outside role, what sort of sexual submission excites you?" Outside role, I like to be displayed. When there are enough people, I like to be directed on how to give sex, whorishly. With the two of us, use me roughly until you cum. Then finger or fuck me, hard, and explicitly tell. I don’t have high hopes of anything more these days. Once in the room I light a candle and I walk up to him and unbutton his shirt, pulling it off to reveal his bare chest. Not bad I think to myself. I then use my skilled hands to unbuckle his belt and get his pants off… glad to see his arousal already evident. In the dim light I am surprised to see that his manhood does not measure up to his confidence, yet his charming smile makes me hope that he can satisfy my hunger. He is detached yet.