She tied both my wrists to the bed and then got out a sleep mask from her luggage and put it over my eyes. “Ready” she whispered. I couldn’t s...peak so just nodded.She removed my shirt and slowly kissed and licked my chest, nipples and stomach making my cock strain against my jeans. She then undid my jeans and pulled them down making my cock spring up in the air. “mmmm, that’s looks good enough to eat” she said. I felt her kiss the head of my cock and then lick up and down the shaft. God it. But he liked the word. He wanted to talk dirty with it. Tonight was a night to talk dirty. I felt proud I’d used the word. I was so happy I’d surprised him. ”y ‘unt,’ I said around a mouthful of meat. ”unt, ‘unt, ‘unt, ‘unt, ‘unt.’ He smirked. ‘So, what’s your hand doing at your cunt?’ ”aying wif ‘y ‘elf.’ He laughed. ‘It sounded like you said ‘elf.’ Does it feel good?’ I nodded, groaned. Of course it felt good. I felt fantastic. I opened up my throat to take in as much cock as I could. . "Of course, Madame." Sam gave a meek smile and hurried as best he couldwith the tray, the hem of his maid's dress bouncing at his hips causinghis set of keys to jangle. He narrowly avoided running into one of thesalad chefs and quickly excused himself, looking down fearfully at theman's sharp kitchen knife.All eyes seemed to be on Sam now as he pushed the exit door open withhis back, swivelling through into a darkened empty stairwell.Alone at last, Sam paused, setting the tray down onto the. Charlie lowered his face to my back and licked the sweat that was rolling down the crevice between my shoulders. His elongated thick penis throbbing with each squirt of his sperm. My entire body shook violently from the tortuous sex session I was put through. I was both glad and saddened by the fact that Charlie seemed to be exhausted and was sprawled on my back. His breathing was heavily laden as we both gasped for each breath Being used as a sex object was exhausting in it's self, having a.