She walked around me grabbing my crotch, checking the waistband of the pants and grabbing my ass. She said something to the large Italian man who went over and grabbed a new leather belt. I put the belt on Slave and Amy smiled saying, “Perfect.” She handed me several shirts that were packaged up and told me to try them on without taking the pants off and come out with the Rough-Sex jacket on. I did as I was told. We spent nearly 4 hours trying on all these suits, shirts, belts, and shoes. All in all, we left the store with 5 suits, 5 ties, 10 shirts, and two pairs of new shoes. I have never had this BDSM much clothing bought at one time ever in my entire life. Somehow, I knew that I was going to be paying dearly for all this generosity on Amy’s part. I just smiled to myself as we drove to her place. When we arrived at her place I was stunned. She lived in a mansion. The house Bondage is a two story at least 8000 square feet. She hit a button over her rearview mirror and one of the garage doors began to open. We pulled into a garage. Amy said, “Good. Now take your pants off. I want to fuck right now. I’ve been waiting all day to get some sex from you and now you will do as told, so take off those pants and boxers.” As I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants Amy domination shimmed off her light blue thong. My cock was hard almost instantly. Amy climbed out of her seat and straddled my lap. My cock was pointing straight up. I could smell her sex all musky. I felt her wetness as she lined up her wonderful pussy with my manhood. In just one movement she impaled herself on my hard cock. She ground down, pushing herself on me impaling herself as deep as she could take my cock. She felt warm and wet as my cock was fully in her wet hole. She began grinding on my lap. I leaned forward and gave her another warm wet kiss much like before. Her riding motions slowed as the waves of her orgasm subsided. I reach down to rub your shoulders as you suck my hardening cock. You love me too. She could no longer move, speak, see or hear. “You just want to love me much as possible. My clit throbbed against the brush of his wiry pubic hair. The tingling in my pussy wouldn’t stop. It showed two BDSM news anchors, a man and woman, talking behind a desk about stocks. "Master." After she’d cum we found another little wrap skirt and bikini top each and went to the main arena. Finally, she let out a sigh, and Slave along with it, a stream of pee. “Her mother’s bringing her by before she goes to the grange.” Which one of his other clients was guest for the evening? She is a gymnast and Rough-Sex domination so is very physically fit. I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy. It stimulated my labia in different ways. I Bondage knew there was something in his pants! Her fuzzy pajama pants sailed down to the floor on their own, followed by her pink panties doing the same. But he continued talking and she kept her discomfort to herself. Or maybe it had only been hours since he began walking, and the angry mob still followed hot on his heels, shouting and cursing his name. After a while one said, “Matt brought me so I’ll be leaving with him.” From the expression on her mother’s face I gathered that she wasn’t accustomed to having Lucy—or anyone else—speak that way to her. Thinking that even if I am training, I may as well try to enjoy the beautiful sights and the beautiful day. She started to cry. She said shyly.