Legends of Dominance - 46
Legends of Dominance - 46 by Mistress Michelle Peters et al. and posted with permission (All information herein is provided by author) Legends of Dominance Article Index |
Mistress Dianne Hartwell
at the Castle
- THE CASTLE
A Dream Come True Jaye and Diane Hartwell of Express newspaper have often discussed their dream of some day having a place where submissives and Dominants alike would be able to come be entertained or have private reasonable sessions in a safe it is no longer a dream. The Hartwell's have opened The Castle with the help of Mistress Thea right bottom photo, Mistress Janet left full page photo, Mistress Barbarella upper right pic, and Mistress Silver next page you are in safe hands. Diane is a voluptuous brunette not featured here and can administer lengthy sessions with discipline & Love.
For LOVE is the theme here. In a no rush atmosphere and environment, Mistresses and slaves will guide you through Fantasy Enactment. Master Mike a lovable guy is their to lend them a helping hand, and make sure all the exotic bondage devices remain safe and in repair. The Wed. night Show proves that Diane, Silver, Jaye, Janet and Mike also have a flair for acting. Most skits revolve around the casts own fantasies. All in all you'll be in for a great time if visit while in town! For further info CALL 212- 221- 7532
"The Hearts of the Hartwells" is what this place should be called. But this would not bring in the clientele, so "The Castle" then wilI do. I have reviewed the show, its premises and the staff. What a place!! I love it! This Castle was built from the heart.
Bizarre shows of domination, superiority, fantasy and humiliation are presented twice each week, once on Wednesday and Saturday evenings. Included with the price of your ticket is a Sight dinner with soft drinks, which is very tastefully presented.
!t is quite evident that the "woman's touch" has had a lot to do with the sincerity and class that is expressed at The Castle. I could not have felt more comfortable. My crop is tipped to the Lady of the House, Ms. Diane.
It is a "show of shows."
The stage is large and intimately lit. The music and sound system is dynamic and timed with the special lighting effects. The light falls gently over the many pieces of B&D equipment; the racks, pulleys, and other provocative furnishings. These are all expertly used during the course of the performances. The players seem to not be acting at all as they present different fantasy scenarios. This is because they have rehearsed well, the roles which they naturally enjoy, and their own personalities are allowed to add a reality to each scenario.
The show that is presented is full of love. I believe that you could take anyone to The spirit, sensibility, and sensuality of the place. There is also a feeling of safety and security in the air which is important to those who might feel guilty about their interest in the bizarre world. You enter from West 38th Street and ascend to the 8th floor of the elevated twelve-story building.
After the brief but necessary screening at the ticket window area by Mike, with a firm, but loving personality, you are ushered through a locked door. Your gracious host Jaye Hartwell now leads you into the fantasy realm of The Castle. A feeling of comfort, support and privacy pervade the air and you can relax. And then if you enjoy yourself, you will find pleasures possible during the day as the Dominants make appointments for private sessions of their own choosing.
There is the very exciting dimension of plenty of atmosphere, Sessions can be arranged by telephone in a no hustle environment.
Singles & couples are welcome. The fees are moderate and within the average persons price range. The equipment includes watersports room for Enema Lovers, Bondage equipment for the most experienced to the novice. TV facilities and private living room. Each Mistress and/or slavegirl has her own style and technique so their is a wide variety available to fetish lovers. I was impressed by the attractiveness and sensual costuming of all the girls. Diane has high standards for the "CASTLE" and her staff seems eager to meet them. Jaye, her husband, and Master Mike are sensitive and understanding additions to the show. This combo makes the "CASTLE" the finest B&D Show in town. Everything is REAL not simulated. Their is Discipline not cruelty. Dominance not Sadism, Sensuality not Abuse! Sinfully Dynamic a must when you are in New York City!
--Compiled by Mistress Michelle and english
- Are You Ready slave???
- By The Grand Matriarch
A Unique Approach to the World of B&D. The Gang from SMX has produced a fascinating night of Bizarre, Sensual, Excitement to both Mistress and Master. Slaves are given special consideration and a new refreshing and Honest Set "THE SWITCHABLES". Those special B&D lovers who enjoy being both Dominant and Submissive.
The show features a host of Exotic Dominant Women, Submissive Women and Switchables. Master Mike and their leader the warm and adventurous Master Jaye perform scenes reflecting their own unique sexuality!
The sceneries are orchestrated to "TODAYS" popular music, excellent timing and arrangement. Guests are treated to tea, coffee, soda ahd a buffet at no additional cost. This is no gyp joint! "The Castle" renders an atmosphere of warmth, discipline in a loving, caring enviorment. Their are no victims here, just participants and some who just enjoy watching. Your individual ideas, views and participation's welcome at the end of the Show, The cast then mingles with the clientele to add a personal touch. The Hartwell's are famous for the way they can make Novices as well as those of us who are more jaded enjoy themselves and feel relaxed. The Castle can be your Castle to. For information about an evening you shouldn't miss while in N.Y.C. call: 212 — 221—7532 Sessions by appointment only!
--Compiled by Mistress Michelle and slave english
Bill & Debbie Majors
- A New Source
- Bon Vue - From S&M Express , April 1977
- MIXING BONDAGE AND BUSINESS
- by Bob and Wilma
Like our friends Jay and Dianne, we have been into bondage, and discipline for more years than we would care to remind ourselves. We are Bob and Wilma. We began playing out rather adult fantasies well over 10 years ago and are not quite expert at it. We are 31 and 36 and feel that our fantasy life is helping to keep us young. We enjoy swinging with other couples and single ladies who like the same games that we do. Some years ago we got rather unhappy with the quality of photos on the market and said "We-can do better", and we have. BON-VUE was set up to market these. We keep the business separate from our personal lives. We live successfully in two worlds: the world of "Wilma" and her Master, and our own loving marriage. We enjoy costumes and tight bondage. Our favorite fantasy is of a girl who has been kidnapped, or forcibly bound and will receive sex. Somewhere along the line she becomes a moaning rutting animal with only one though on her mind — "More". She feels very ashamed of herself since she wants to get free but can't. She doesn't want her captor to have her, but she can't stop him. She loves it all and in the end is shocked to find herself begging for love making through her gag. All of this and more is fun to us. Our business has brought us many new contacts and has helped us to be able to afford the equipment that we need for our little games. We now have a complete bondage room in our home and love to use it on a regular basis. We fly our own plane. This allows us to visit with other friends who are on the East coast. We are rarely able to get out to the West, but do manage a trip each summer. This is a bit short, but the long letter that Jay published in the last issue seems to explain it quite well from Wilma's viewpoint. Perhaps the photos that go along with this letter will give you an idea of what we do before we get to the. last part of our fantasy.
Bob and Wilma are discreet and very knowledgeable in SM/BD sex games. I have seen Bob assume fantasy roles and fulfill them so well it is almost frightening. (See "What Do You Say To A Naked Slave?") He has the un- canny knack of knowing what his slave needs, and delivering. He can be very different people to people with different needs. Wilma is very bright, very attractive, and like Bob, naturally assumes her sexual slave role, and fulfills it! Like Dianne and I, these are responsible citizens, holding down responsible jobs, dealing ethically with others, fulfilling their civic duties and in general following "The Golden Rule". There are alot of us out there.
A signed age statement gets you their phone number; add $1.00 dollar, you get a sample - $ 6.00 Dollar Set.
- Bon-Vue,
P. O. Box 348, Hungington , N.Y. 11743
Jay and Dianne Hartwell were the original publishers of SM Express and published that newspaper for several before giving it to Dave Nessor ( Rossen ). It was first published in New York by the NuBond Company and later by Mole Publications in Chicago, with Dave Nessor.
To this day, I cant remember where I met them, it was either at TES or at a B&D party at The (English) Castle. They owned the Castle. In short, if you go through the first S&M Express , owned then by the Jay & Dianne Hartwell, they also owned B&D Pleasures. They ran S&M Express, Ken Lange and his wife Mistress Honey ( of La Scenes ) ran B&D Pleaures. Bill and Wilma Paterson created Bon Vue to sell Leather. Also Dave & D Nesor ( real name Rosen ), they were all friends, and basically held TES together during the the mid 70's. 1975 to 77 to be exact. Hartwells gave S&M Express to Dave Nesor, ( they all lived in NY ) he took that newspaper and moved to Chicago. B&D Pleasures was given to the Paterson's who changed there name to Bob & Wilma Best. They moved to Long Beach, Ca and also called themselves Bill & Debbie Majors.
Also in that issue , this story. In story it mentions the Castle, also known as the English Castle owned by Bill and Debbie Majors , who took over B&D Pleasures after Jay and Diane Hartwell gave it up.
- The Castle
This story begins on a quiet evening, while 1 was sitting in the front row of folding chairs facing the stage at the Castle, an S&M hang-out, located in a loft in Mid-Manhattan. Brooksie, a well proportion, striking woman sat on my left, her long brown hair was tied into a pony tail, adding to her already beautiful face. Brooksie prefers to play the dominant role, whenever I allow her to. On my right sat Linda, a teasing fair complexion, sporting a short hair style, while staring intently at the performance going on before us. Linda, who at 5'1", prefers the submissive role, however she's versatile, and can adapt to any particular situation if need be. Brooksie on the other hand who at 5'3" really did prefer being the dominant.
While watching the act on stage, the audible sighs and nervous shifting and shuffling by the couple sitting on the left of Brooksie attracted my attention. Casually, I glanced in their direction. Observing them, I judged him to be about 28 or 29, dressed conservatively, suit, tie and white shirt. Slim built, blonde hair which he wore long, a good looking man but there was something feminine about him. She on the other hand was also slim built, long, flowing blonde hair which reached the small of her back. She couldn't have been any more then 23 or 24, 1 judged. Nice body, slim and healthy looking. The nipples on her medium sized breasts pressed against the thin transparent blouse she wore and pointed straight upward. Pleasure, excitement froze on their faces, their tongues licked at their lips, and they continued to twitch and move in their seats as they watched the two slave boys chained among the saw horses and ratchet-run pulleys and whip racks on the stage. An odd couple, I thought to myself. Usually it's one or the other. Either the couple attending the shows would display dominant or submissive,, traits. However, these two, I just couldn't figure out, they didn't display none of the normal, obvious signs. . . Yet you just don't wander into a S&M Club for nothing.
I divided my attention between the show and the couple beside us. On stage, they were beginning to invite "Victims" from the audience to participate. A man of circumspect appearance broke the ice. Making his way towards the stage, "I'll give it a try," he said. He was disrobed, quickly manacled over a large beer barrel and Butch, the Mistress of the show began to paddle his ass until his ass turned a bright, cherry red.
At the sight of that, a mad rush began. People started pushing, shoving, rushing towards the stage, like flys to shit.
, Everybody wanted to get into the act. A tall red-headed Mistress was striking a man across his ass, while he crawled on all four. She had a long, thin chain attached to the penis of another man, who she lead behind her. As she struck the crawling man, he grinned like a fucking fool, displaying a full erection. A large Mistress straddled herself over a small, middle age looking man, and pissed in his face - he moaned with pleasure, and writhed in ecstasy.
As the audience welcomed the opportunity to become active participants. 1 watched as the couple beside us gathered their things in preparation to leave. Telling Linda, and Brooksie to remain seated, I caught-up with the couple.
"Excuse me," "Do you have a minute?" I asked.
Surprised, the two of them looked from one to the other before the man nodded his head. I suppose they were wonder why a tall handsome man would be stopping them in the middle of an S&M Club. "My name is Michael. . . Michael Eric, and S noticed both of you earlier. You were sitting next to me and my friends," I indicated with a nod of my head towards Linda and Brooksie, and the empty seat between them.
"The show isn't over yet, and you're about to leave.
Aren't you going to stay?" ! asked.
Hesitantly, his face coloring, he extended his hand, 1 took it and shook it. The hand was soft, limp. "My name is Bob. . .Morrison. This is my wife Cindy," he said, indicating the presence of the blonde. "Well, this is the first time we've ever, I ean ... we ... he groped words.
I could sense that they were both uneasy. Impulsively, I asked, "Would the two of you care to share a drink with me and my friends?" quickly adding, "Please, it would be an honor."
His tongue licked at his bottom !ip, and he glanced quickly at his wife. Who didn't seem to mind one way or the other. Taking the initiative, i signaled Brooksie, and Linda who had been busy watching me. After quick introductions to Bob and Cindy, ! explained that they were going to be our guests for a night cap. 1 held out my arm, Cindy quickly grabbed it. Linda and Brooksie on either side of Bob followed us out of the club and into the night. The five of us climbed into one care and proceeded to my place in Brooklyn. After passing a few joints around, and some beer everyone settled back. 1 probed Bob for conversation about him and Cindy.
"Why were the two of you so ready to leave the Club?" I asked. , "Usually people participate or at least watch the action." I added, "Tell me, I'm curious" Bob said, "Well, we enjoyed it but then when the beating, and humiliation and all starts ..." he hesitated.
"It's that we don't know what feelings we really feel, "Cindy said for her husband.
"What do you mean? It's either humiliate or be humiliated," I said. Nervously, Bob threw his head back, gulped the remainder of his drink, and said, "The problem is that there are some things I'd like to try, experience, and Cindy's not agreeable."
"Oh no?" I asked. Casting a sharp glance at Cindy, who blushed, and lowered her eyes.
Now I was begining to formulate some sort of understanding. This wasn't uncommon at all. Many times either the man or woman were reluctant to act out their lovers fantasies. "Does being dominated excite you?" I asked.
Nervously, "Yes he replied. Casting glances around the room. "Sometimes 1 can't think of anything else. . I'd just like to experience some real S&M predicaments," he concluded.
Licking nervously at his bottom lip.
"Does the idea of total obedience, no holds barred, no rules - total submission ever enter your mind?" I asked, glimpsing Linda and Brooksie out of the corner of my eye, watching me. tentatively.
"Yes. . yes it does," he smiled. "You hit it right on the head, that's exactly what I want. . .1 mean, " he hesitated, blushing. "I mean, sometimes ! wish Cindy was would be more like a man. You know, dominate me." he concluded, the smoke having loosened him up.
Many men and woman fantasize someone's out to get them, that their going to be gotten. They visualize their clothes being ripped off their bodies. See themselves being tied, teased, humiliated, subjected to pain, controlled. All of the integral parts of a Sadomasochistic relationship lives within their head. Yet on the same token, not everyone wants to be whipped and permanently scarred, damaged. Which is why most who fantasize such relations keep them secret. That is unless they are willing to pay a professional, most of these dreamers are unsuccessful in fulfilling their guest. Being raped, abused, humiliated in a fantasy is one thing. What may be applied in reality is a different thing. A conscious dominant must be able to provide as much and maintain no more then his subjects, slaves can endure.
Although Linda digs playing the submissive rote, she's very capable of acting out a dominant situation. I caught and held Linda's eyes with my own, and nodded in Bobs direction. A sly smile played at the corners of her mouth as she detached herself from Cindy and Brooksie. Linda sat in a chair directly in front of Bob. The look in his eyes said it all, as he took in all five feet one of her curvaceous body. Linda gathered the material of her dress in both her hands and pulled it "higher. Bobs tongue licked at his bottom lip at sight of Linda's course pussy hairs, and the exposed lips of her pussy, dripping with her sex juices.
Completely nude Linda's 34 inchers displayed two brown nipples sticking out from her breasts. At the sight of them Bob was practically stroking himself sitting in his chair, with his hands cupped between his legs. With her middle finger, Linda beckoned to Bob, and like a faithful puppy, he knelt at her feet, in front of her. Placing her hands about his head. she guided his face between her thighs. Bob began kissing her pussy, while trying to fondle her ass.
Linda spread her legs wider, allowing him better access, his tongue sinking deeper inside her, as she started moving, rotating her hips, grinding her body against his face, pulling his head forward forcing him to lick her clit as she fucked his face. . .
In the meantime, Brooksie had been watching after having talked to Cindy. At a nod from me, Brooksie whispered intoCindy's ear. Cindy nodded her head in understanding to Brooksie's unheard message, as the three of us watched Linda maneuver Bob onto the Bed. This was it, I thought. The plan was beginning to play itself. With little complaint, Bob allowed Linda to tie him spread eagled to the bed. Legs high in the air, on his back. Testing the bonds, Linda beckoned Brooksie and Cindy to join her. After securing some razor blades and razors out of the toilet, the three girls began to shave all the hair off of Bob's legs, underarms, crotch and ass. He tried to struggle at first, cussing and calling them names. Even pleading with me to intercede, help him. 1 ignored him, and once Brooksie placed a well aimed slap across his dick and balls, he got the point, and quieted down. Brooksie produced a pair of tweezers and gave them to Linda instructing her to pluck Bobs eyebrows, emphasizing, "Make them shapely, and pretty."
Tears were rolling from the corners of Bob's eyes.
Nevertheless, this didn't stop the women, if anything it heightened their excitement and desire. Brooksie handed Cindy a makeup case and told her to make Bob's face, "Make him pretty, sexy," she smiled at Cindy. They all three laughed at this. Cindy applied the works, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner, blusher, and lipstick. While she did this, Linda polished Bob's toes and fingernails, a flaming red. . .
"Just look at this sexy little slave girl," Brooksie said. The others agreed, Bob did look good. Releasing his legs, and Brooksie and Linda lifted them higher into the air, while Cindy picked up a paddle laying next to the bed and began to deliver twenty-five stinging blows across Bobs exposed, naked ass. The girls were really enjoying themselves now, and there was less, and less resistance from Bob.
Freeing Bob. completely, and having him sit on the edge of the bed, they began to fix his hair. Combing it back, and then to the side, pulling it up and pinning it into a sexy looking style.
Next, he was given a garter belt, stockings, matching red panties and bra and a short red slip. Having small feet, Bob easily fit. inot a pair of Brooksie's red, spiked heels. Needless to say, Bob was now looking gorgeous.
"From .now on, you sexy thing, "Cindy spoke, her hand rubbing across Bobs ass, "From now. . .your Barbara. Do you understand?" she asked.
"Yes. . ." he said. Looking uncomfortable.
"What did you say?" Brooksie questioned.
' Nervously, "I said yes," he repeated.
"1 thought that's what you said, cunt", Brooksie spat.
"Get on all fours," she ordered. "Hurry up, bitch." she spat . On all fours, his ass pointing straight up, Brooksie wacked Barbara across the ass ten hard, vicious strokes.
Pausing, she said, "It's yes, Mistress, when ever one of us speaks to you. Do you understand?" she asked.
"Yes Mistress," he squeaked, as Brooksie wacked his ass again.
"Any future mistakes like that will result in you getting your soft little ass whipped," she said before smacking his ass ten more hard strokes across his stinging ass cheeks, I watched Bob/now Barbara cast quick glances admiring his/herself. Casually, lovingly, she caressed her body with her hands, obviously very excited and pleased at what she saw.
"You worthless bitch," Cindy screamed at Barbara.
"Come here and eat me," she commanded.
Hurry to where Cindy was, and forcing her head between Cindy's thighs, Barbara lapped at Cindy's steaming, hot pussy.
Both Brooksie, and Linda had removed their clothes and together said, "We are next, you worthless little cunt."
After eating out Cindy's pussy, Barbara immediately crawled between Linda's thighs and began licking and sucking her pussy.
Silently, Brooksie, with paddle in hand eased up behind Barbara and hit her fiercely on her protruding ass. "Don't you dare, more or stop", she said as Barbara's body stiffened.
Relaxing, resigning herself to her new role, Barbara nuzzled her face deeper into Linda's crotch while her ass took a blistering beating. Tears, combined with Linda's juices streaked Barbara's face before Brooksie finally let up.
After eating out Cindy's pussy, Barbara immediately crawled between Linda's thighs and began licking and sucking her pussy.
Silently, Brooksie, with paddle in hand eased up behind Barbara and hit her fiercely on her protruding ass. "Don't you dare, more or stop", she said as Barbara's body stiffened.
Relaxing, resigning herself to her new role, Barbara nuzzled her face deeper into Linda's crotch while her ass took a blistering beating. Tears, combined with Linda's juices streaked Barbara's face before Brooksie finally let up.
Now Brooksie was hot, and excited, "Kiss my feet, bitch", she instructed Barbara, after Baraba had finished eating Linda's pussy. Barbara licked and sucked furiously at Brooksie's feet and toes, desperately trying to please her.
"That's enough for now, " Brooksie said, "Get on your hands and knees, and follow me into the bedroom."
We all proceeded behind Barbara, as she crawled, following Brooksie into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Barbaras eyes went from one to the other, wondering what was in store for her/him next. When 1 began to remove my pants, she look questioningly at me. Since 1 don't wear underwear, I immediately appeared naked in front of her. .My dick, thick, round, and erect caused her to lick her lips.
The sight of me naked, a man with a raging hard on, standing in front of her, a naked woman, and two naked women, even though one was in reality Bobs, wife, was just too much for him to take. Excited beyond his wildest imagination, his stiff dick pressing against the soft, cool nylon panties he wore caused the cum to gush from his erect dick, in thick spirits.
"You nasty bitch," Cindy smiled wickedly down at he husband, "Look what you've gone and done. You know what happens when you cum without permission, don't you?" she asked.
Sheepishly, Barbara shook her head. Immediately Brooksie swatted Barbara on the ass with the paddle, "Cunt, slave bitch," she hissed. "What did I tell you about responding when you're spoken to?" she demanded to know.
"Mistress. . .mistress, I'm sorry," Barbara pleaded.
Quickly turning to Cindy, his wife, "No. . .no mistress, I don't know. . .1 didn't mean to cum without your permission, I just couldn't help it, mistress," he pleaded.
"Regardless. . .just slip those panties off," Cindy commanded of her husband.
Barbara quickly scrambled out of her red panties.
"Now. . ." Cindy hesitated, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. She was really getting into her role, "I want you to use your tongue, and lick those panties clean." she said.
Obediently, Barbara began licking and swallowing the big globs of semen that were smeared on the inside of the panties. Finished, Barbara looked at Cindy for further instructions.
Obediently, Barbara began licking and swallowing the big globs of semen that were smeared- on the inside of the panties. Finished, Barbara looked at Cindy for further instructions.
"Lick your lips clean, Bitch," Cindy told her husband, and show me your appreciation for the snack." She said.
"Thank you for the snack, Mistress," she said.
"You're very welcome, bitch," Cindy answered her husband.
Stepping up behind Barbara as he talked to his wife, I spread her ass cheeks and placed the head of my monstrous hard dick against Barbara's exposed asshole !
Cindy watched and excited looked on her face, as 1 buried myself in her husbands ass in three massive jolts. My dick deep in Barbara's ass, 1 began to fuck in and out, back and forth. Slowly pulling back until just the head of my dick remained inside, pausing for a moment, then I would ram back into Barbara's ass-hole, jolting her each time.
"You better not complain," Brooksie threatened with the paddle.
Cindy stooped down and asked her husband, "Does it feel good?"
"He nodded his head yes,"
Cindy continued, "I just love to watch, see that big dick going in and out of your ass hole. I'm glad you like it," she concluded getting up and stepping back.
I was really ramming it into Bob now and he dared not complain. My' balls began to get tight, and I exploded, shooting my hot cum deep into his ass-hole. When 1 withdrew, Bob stayed in position until Brooksie said, "You know what to do, bitch. Take that dick into your mouth, and clean it," she hissed.
Bob knelt in front of me and took my limp dick into his mouth. He started licking, sucking it clean. My dick began to get hard again, growing in his mouth. 1 grabbed him by the ears and shoved it down his throat. Fucking in and out of his face, I came, again. Spraying his mouth, and throat with my cum, holding his head close to me, my dick deep in his mouth making sure that he swallowed every drop.
Cindy, after having watched me fuck her husband was wild with excitement. Looking me in the eyes, she commanded Bob to lick the juices that were now running down her thighs. Bob licked Cindy's thighs clean, and began eating her pussy. Just as Cindy was about ready to cum she pushed Bob away .and jumped onto the bed, and began begging me to fuck her.
"Hurry. . .please, fuck me," she cried. Spreading her thighs, exposing the steaming pink center of her being.
Kneeling over her, 1 placed the head of my thick black dick against the lips of her blonde haired, pink lipped, throbbing pussy and began to enter her, while listening to Brooksie talk to Bob.
"Doesn't that excite you?" she asked, "Watching a man, stick that big, thick dick into your soft, pretty wife she continued to taunt him. "Oh my, look what we have here " she said. "You nasty little slut, " she said "You ve got a hard on. Nobody told you to get a hard on, she scolded him. "Just for that you go kneel in the corner, face the wall you nasty little pig," she told him.
I continued to fuck in and out of Cindy's delicious pussy, while from the corner of my eye, 1 watched Brooksie's mouth move to cover Linda's hard, erect nipples.
Leaving the two of them to their own devices, I continued fucking Cindy while her husband, knelt in the corner, facing the wall. Cindy pulled her legs up over my shoulders, and 1 rammed my throbbing dick into her as hard as I could. Deeper, harder, faster, 1 fucked into her, as she screamed, moaned and groaned for more. I felt the muscles in her thighs tighten, lock, and her body began to tremble, she had no control over her movements. Her pussy muscles contracted, sucking, milking, gripping me as she came again, and again, until 1 came shooting my load deep into her belly.
Afterwards, we Brooksie, Linda, and myself, watched as Bob dress his New Mistress and then himself, and the two of them left amid promises for all of us to get together again real soon. . .
--Compiled by Mistress Michelle and slave english
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