Not so our Wendy who with the combination of her sons finger-work, and the wax was fast approaching her climax. It was made stronger by the fact her l...egs were open and the cool air on her exposed and damp sex, making her feel vulnerable to say the least, especially knowing that they still had lit candles and aspirations in respect of her main sexual area. It she knew would only be a matter of time…They made her wait, sipping drinks, which were not offered to their victim, the three sat like. I obediently drop to my knees in front of you, my hand held high above me as I continue to stroke your chest, slipping my fingers up under your shirt and marveling at the strength I find there. ‘Undress before you go further, slave.’ Your impatient tone prompts me into swift action. Running my hands down to my stomach, I tug the polo up along with the cami, revealing my taut belly. I go up on my knees, unbuttoning my jeans and undoing the zipper before pushing them off of my hips quickly.. Are you a slut?” Blair nods, her mouth caught in a silent moan. “No, I want to hear you say it.” Wrapping his arms around her, he walks away from the wall, dropping them both onto the couch not far away and takes each leg into his hand and pounds in once. “Tell me.” “I--I’m a slut,” she screams. “Please fuck me. I’m a slut.” “Good girl.” He captures her mouth in a fierce kiss, her nipples rubbing against his shirt. “You’re my slut. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “Good girl.” He doesn’t want to. It was some months later that it happened we were watching that very same TV show which had set us off on this course.That particular TV show, more often than not, had a plot centering around odd, even mad people with strange and sometimes weird events happening, and very frequently these odd and bizarre events had a definite sexual slant. Anyhow, this particular week the weird plot involved a group of Satan worshippers who sought out a woman to abuse and ultimately to sacrifice on an altar to.