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Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 11

Date: 11/12/2017, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Lesbian Sex, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

his cum. The hot jism cause me to spasm as I ask for my release. I am right on the edge, waiting for his permission. Biting my lower lip he gives the one word I’m listening for. “Cum.” With that I am shattered into pieces. My tight channel clench his thick shaft. My leaking quim spill my juices onto my thighs. His thumb and finger pinches my clit and I spasm again on his shaft. Hanging still, I slowly feel his shaft soften, easing out of my tender rosebud. When it does withdraw, a final shudder runs through me. Master and Michelle help me out of my bonds. Michelle offers me a blanket. Master wraps it around me and takes me in his arms and carries me to the bed. I am cradled in his laps as I lean my head on his chest. I feel exhausted but so loved and care for. “Welcome to the BDSM Mile High Club my pet.” “Thank you Master. You never cease to amaze me Sir.” We sit there on the bed until I fall asl**p in his arms. I am awakened several hours later by Michelle’s soft kisses. It seems that we are nearing our destination. She instructs me to dress and returns my white dress. I wash up and touch up my makeup. When I return to my seat. Master is reading a paper. He straps me in for the landing as Michelle buckles in across from me. She too has dressed again. We exchange knowing glances, as I blush with thoughts of having shared Master just hours ago. When we exit the plane, the pilots are at the cockpit door. Master thanks them for the smooth flight. My face is reddened with ... embarrassment. Somehow knowing they have an idea of what I’ve been doing. Their obvious bulges give them away. Chapter Three We disembark from the plane. We are at the Fiumicino or Leonardo da Vinci airport near Rome italy. I am ecstatic. I’ve always wanted to go to Rome. I almost jump into Master’s arms kissing him. We head to the customs area. They check our passports and go through our luggage. Master declares that we are here on business. I am getting some lustful glances from the agents. We are whisked into a private room and asked to be seated. We are questioned about where we are from and where we are going. I am afraid. I’ve never been abroad and have heard horror stories about customs. Master sits as if nothing is wrong, but I am fidgeting in my seat. The agent tells me that we will be search further. I’m told to stand and remove my dress. I look at Master who only gives me a nod. I slip the dress off my shoulder and it falls, puddling at my feet. I’m standing there in my cincher corset, stockings, and heels. I reach up and touch my collar to calm my insides. The agent moves from behind his desk. He comes right in front of me. I lower my eyes to the floor. I feel his eyes on my body and my nipples tighten. He notices this and flicks the turgid buds with his finger. My face flushed with excitement. He grabs my arm and leads me to end his desk. His hand is on my shoulder as he pushes me down on his desk. I look to Master, who remains calm. The agent keeps a hand on my back as ...