Little rivulets of her juices were now forcing their way through her pants. Her spicy aroma was now permeating the entire room and driving me to dist...raction. I couldn't resist any longer and ran a finger across the leakage, and brought it to my tongue. The taste was not sweet but slightly tangy, and I enjoyed it immensely. As my finger reached back for more, Sarah said, "Okay, we're all done," and backed away from the station.The look of disappointment on my face must have been stunning. Part of the performance is for my benefit, part for his, but mostly for the audience. A slave in bondage is only supposed to cume when her master wishes. We both pretend this was his wish. Hank is holding the feather I mentioned earlier. He touches it to my sensitive clit. Perhaps five minutes have passed before he does this. It feels to me like no time has passed. But some must have because my body responds again, my chamber refilled is now emptying again on the floor. I have no sense of. "If you don't stop, your going to get more", he uttered. I accepted the challenge and really started sucking! He grabbed my head and forced his cum into my mouth. Still sucking on his spent cock, I told him I needed him to eat my wet pussy that had three fingers in it. With that he rocked me back on the sofa, dropped to his knees and shoved his face between my thighs. Spreading my legs wide he tonged my pussy and ass. While he ate my pussy, he fingered it getting it wet, then lowered it to my. He smiles as he moves down your naked body, kiss every inch of your soft and gentle skin.Your hands still behind his head, you gently guide him towards your please spot, but he toys with you, by take more them to tickle, and tease you on his journey. Sticking his tongue into your belly button, or a cute bite right above your pussy. He knows all the ways to drive you mad, and you love it every time he does.The sound of the water fountain out side, and the mild breeze against your skin, you.