Carefully she leaned back, positioning it at her entrance and then sat back on him quickly burying him into her. Deepak gasped in pleasure as she thru...st herself towards him.“Feels good doesn’t it?” she purred. “Sooo…good.” She pushed back on him grinding her hips slowly and then jerking them forward. Deepak reached around her, pushing his hands under the elastic material of her top and then pushing it up to her neck freeing her breasts.“Mmm…” she moaned again lifting her self slightly off him. ” Peter nodded, entirely in her thrall. “You must bring yourself close to climax. But then you must stop, and calm yourself before you start again. That way you will fill your balls with lots of lovely gooey cum for us to play with later. But you must never cum without my permission. That is a rule between us.” Trixy grasped Peter’s chin between her thumb and forefinger. “Do you understand that slut?” Peter nodded quickly. “Disobey me Peter, and you will never get to know just how good it. "Mistress has a beautiful pussy," he growls sexily. Oh, god! “Keep calling me Mistress, it’s so fucking hot, I’m going to melt any second.” I gasp. His releases his grip from around my legs, tracing his fingers up the inside of my thigh until he reaches my pussy, looking up at me and smiling as he pushes a finger inside, and then another. His fingers are huge, they fit snug inside. He practically lifts me off the floor as he fucks me with his fingers, his lips and tongue seeking my clit. Actually could I have juice, not coffee?’ ‘Am I wearing what? I’m just wearing this dress – I only put it on to answer the door.’ ‘Sorry, probably just the way it fell.’ I knew he’d made out the base of my butt plug, the dress was so insubstantial it would definitely show. I could have easily dropped the topic, but really didn’t want to. ‘How do you mean?’ ‘I’m sorry, I’m just an idiot. Just the back of your dress looked a bit odd, but it was just a trick of the light.’ I felt around my bottom.