I wasn’t fucking her ass; her ass was consuming me. “Goddamn it!” I gritted, trying with everything I had to hold back on the surging in my loins. “You’re not allowed to come, Pet.” Kelsey groaned, “You can’t come until I say you can.” She lifted her skirt, and began petting her pussy, her fingers becoming wet around the chain looping her hand. “You like this pretty little pussy?” She giggled, “Well it’s not for you, Pet. You don’t deserve it. You only get to please me from where I shit! ” She wound the chain around her hand, looming over me as I sputtered and foot fetish whined, her other hand methodically moving the enticer in and out of me, opening and closing me, hitting that spot, ruining me. feet “That’s it, Pet.” She whispered, “Beg and cry for me.” She turned to Josie. “Give me a cigarette.” Josie dutifully pulled a square from the pack, placed it between Kelsey’s lips, and lit it. I could see her hand was shaking was she struck the Bic, and Kelsey’s lips were quivering when she sucked in smoke. I was shaking too, my nerves electrified, my body fatigued, my mind a chaos of flesh, fear, pain and pleasure. Kelsey dropped the nipple chain, and took the cigarette between her fingers, blowing out a cloud that rose to the ceiling Foot to join the white haze above us. “I want to hear you say it, Pet.” She whispered, upending the square, the orange embers glowing toward my chest, the heat teasing my flesh, dry and searing. “Say it.” She hissed, her eyes alight with the flame, dancing wildly, “Lynyrd Skynyrd, Lynyrd Skynyrd; just say it for me.” I don’t know why I kept my jaw locked. Maybe it was because my entire body was teeming, my flesh no longer differentiating between punishment and reward, agony and ecstasy, the receptors of each so entwined in my masochistic splendor that I just wanted something to fucking hurt. “Say it…” She hissed, clenching her anal muscles, coiling her filthy moist insides around my cock, squeezing it, milking it. “No, Domina.” I whispered back. She grinned. I felt the heat first, then the pain. She pushed the square out onto my chest, and twisted it, charring the spot, a tendril of blue smoke rising with my growl of pure delight. The cuffs that held me were cheap things, and they snapped when I jerked, and pulled Kelsey against me. She might’ve objected, but whatever last words her Domina personality had were lost in her shriek of delight when I began thrusting into her favorite hole. Her hands left their positions, but Josie was there to fulfill those duties, grasping the enticer and thrusting it into me, moving to the violent cadence of my drives, the smooth metal doing such wonderful damage inside me. “Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck!” Kelsey sobbed into my Lesbians chest, heaving backward to take me into her, squeezing as she pulled, her anal sheath still clinging to me even as I pulled out, then bunching back inside when I plunged. The rod inside me hammered against my prostate, turning the organ into a churning mess, the felicitous electricity firing into my loins, up my spine, through my synapses to send me into overdrive. “I’m coming! Oh my god, I’m coming!” Kelsey whined, footfetish clawing at my shoulders, hunching and bucking in the throes of her ecstasy. I was right there with her, fucking with wanton abandon, my mind gone, my loins surging from within, the feeling building, boiling, rumbling in my balls, lancing up my shaft and exploding out of my cock! I roared in harmony with Kelsey’s ecstatic cry, my limbs locking, my entire body seemingly being pumped out of my tip to sate my daughter’s wanting asshole. it’s just that . . . For most of Foot the morning, we talked about our arrangements. I had to... do the fucking. Newlyn had not expected that foot fetish and was silently thrilled by his sister's statement and added, "well I don't want it to end either but now what?" She shook her right wrist, bracelets. I stared at that hot cunt and stirred my hips right and lift. She drove me home and we didn’t exchange a word. “It’s not for me to say.” Fantasia explained, “She’ll tell you herself when footfetish she’s ready.” Rachel was taken aback from this but only momentarily. He decided he’d try to move in for a peek. I will stand behind him and tease his nipples and offer encouragement for both of you. Are you still afraid of needles?” I must have blushed a bright red with a smirk on my face as her face suddenly held a surprised Lesbians look and then a feet sly smile. For our lovemaking. He surely didn’t last very long.