“Get on the bed,” Caitlyn growled at me, her voice hoarse with wanton lust. “And you,” she commanded Greg, my husband; “you sit in that chair and stroke your c**k whilst I eat your wife’s tight, tasty pussy.”
Of course, we both did exactly as we were told; it certainly doesn’t pay to disobey your dominatrix, especially one who’s packing nine and a half inches of fully functional surprise tucked away between her legs. As it was, I failed to clamber on to the huge, queen-sized bed quickly enough and was rewarded by a sharp smack on my bare ass, which left my left buttock hot and tingling.
“That’s what you get for lollygagging, Tracey,” Caitlyn informed me as she ran the palm of her hand over the red handprint she’d made on the smooth, white skin of my ass. “And there’s more where that came
