Even though he had an open relationship, Master and I had not acted on it. He knew how self-conscious I was about my weight. Damn, what do I do? I kne...w that not following his orders would get me into trouble. Whether we had company or not, I would still get spanked and corner time. Therefore, I did the only thing that was left for me to do: to ask whether the rules still applied in this case."Umm... Master, do I still have to obey your rules about how I enter the playroom?" I questioned, hoping. Her hips started a wild gyration under me. "There it is, there it is," I thought as I felt my jism roar the length of my long cock. I couldn't believe all that I had left. Gobs and gobs of sticky cum spewed out of my cum slit, hosing her cunt again, extending her own orgasm. She was wild under me, grunting and thrashing. On of her pumps flew off, hitting the wall with a thud. She broke our kiss and screamed, "Ayyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeee... fuck... fuck... fuck... meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... fuck.... Blijkbaar was ik even weggedut, want ik werd wakker van een warm en nat gevoel om mijn piemel. Ik keek omlaag en zag mijn paal in en uit Naomi's mond verdwijnen. Ze sommeerde me om mijn benen op te trekken, smeerde wat glijmiddel op haar vinger, en stopte deze langzaam in mijn anus. Ze wist duidelijk wat ze deed, want ze drukte flink op mijn prostaat waardoor mijn piemel in uiterste staat van paraatheid kwam en al voorvocht lekte. Ze kwam over me heen hangen, haar stijve lul fier vooruit. . fang head...” Sebastian said, repeating the word the same way her mentor Christian might have used to say the word ‘radical’ or ‘bodacious.’ He even had the faintly British accent to really jam it in. “It’s, to be blunt, rather bigoted.”Tiff felt like she had gotten smacked in the face. “Uh. Right. Sorry.” She coughed. “Sorry. Just. Sorry.”Sebastian nodded, then turned to the airlock door. Bryce caught Tiff’s eye with his and raised an eyebrow at her – questioning. She wondered if he was.