Then she started jerking him off hard and fast. He couldn’t lick her anymore and began bucking his hips. Just as he was about to shoot – she took her hand away. She just gave him a failed blowjob orgasm. He moaned in frustration as large amounts of cum squirted out of his cock without the ecstasy of an orgasm. Once he was done oozing his cum out, she got off his face and sat down beside him, laughing for all she was worth. He looked down between his legs. There was his limp cock, two pairs of his wife’s panties, and a mass of cum. He was going crazy. “Oh fuck, I love torturing you”, she said after she had collected herself, “I’m going to take a picture of this too, by the way. I just like to document my slaves.” While she was clicking pictures of his body, he realised this was his chance. He pounced up and snatched the phone from her hand, pushing her on to the floor. She looked at him, hurt, confused, and angry. But he didn’t have time for that. He deleted all the potentially compromising pictures and screenshots from her phone. “He says that they will keep you in overnight tonight to keep an eye on you. Knowing this helped keep him semi-hard and ready. When it was over, the client, Mark Mattingley, invited everyone blowjob at the meeting for drinks at a bar nearby. He shakes and jiggles them as he grins. It was more finely chiseled than Arianna's, more beautiful in a way. I think he noticed but liked how that felt because he just moved faster. But what is most important is the last thing I said. One girl wearing just a thong bikini, who looked like she was on her own, started dancing with us and when it went quiet she asked me if we’d got our bikinis with us for when we went ashore or swimming. “I can’t wait for you to do me in here,” she whispered. “Astrid,” Master finally said, slithering her tongue from my asshole, “I think I might be able to help you with Corruption. “You sure handle the looks well.” She was soft and rock hard at the same time. She was hot. They speared into me, pumping me full of jizz. “There is no need for insults,” she replied. At the door, one of my "brothers" gave me the secret handshake and two glasses of "punch". “Was May drunk too?” He asked, with a little more hostility. She had no idea what ‘hand jobs’ and ‘blowjobs’ actually referred to, but they sounded like something she wasn’t prepared to answer. I was on my back, legs wide while Clark screwed me. I turned my head and saw Sam had shucked his pants waiting his turn. He leaned forward as he fucked her, whispering “You are such a good slut. Then she sucked on my nipple again. Michael grunted in reply and pushed her tiny panties to the side to finally feel the silky wetness and heat of her bare cuntal lips.