‘Tell me, ‘ He whispered against my ear, His hand smoothing my tangled hair. ‘Tell me how much you need to cum. ‘ I took a breath. ‘Oh, Master… all I can think about is cumming… I ache…’ ‘What aches, my sweet?’ He asked. I groaned inwardly, part of me hating this and part of me wildly turned on at having to talk about this with Him. ‘My clit, Master… it just throbs… I need to cum… please Master… ‘ I can’t look at Him. His finger caresses my left nipple, and we both watch the aureole pucker and the nipple harden. We both know how turned on I am getting. ‘Stand up for me’ He directs, and I stand before Him. I can smell my own wetness, and with Him sitting in front of me, I’m sure He can, too. He reaches into the stand beside the bed, pulling out a length of silken cord. He wraps the cord around my waist, letting the ends fall down over my ass. His hand taps my thigh, directing me to spread my legs wider. He reaches between my legs, pulling the cords between my cheeks and up between. She stumbled over to the sofa and fell onto it face first.''Such a lady.'' Angel said smiling.''She can stay here, she almost threw her guts up in the car on the way here.'' Jess said as her eyes fell on me, she flashed me a quick smile before dragging her eyes back to Angel. I suddenly felt the need for a t-shirt.''Get dressed then.'' Jess ordered, that was the thing about her, wherever she went and whoever it was with she was the leader. She was the boss. It made me feel a little easier about Angel going to London, knowing that Jess wouldn't let anything happen to any of them. She had a good head on her shoulders, despite also liking a drink.Angel nodded her head in agreement, ''Yeah we won't be long, Emma can crash here. As long as that's all right with you?'' she asked turning to me.Put on the spot I had no choice but to say yes, Angel then disappeared upstairs as Jess reached into the cupboard and got a glass. She filed it with water and took it to Emma.''Looking forward to.
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