You are mine. At that moment, my butterfly starts up. Except when you decided to leave me hanging and finish your little rendezvous. The other cheek is stinging now. We have discussed the limits you have, and you did not go out of them. Then I hear her. Next, I know, my body is being pushed to the bed, my still-bound hands put behind my head. It feels like forever, but I finally hear the front door open. “You wanted to act like a slut? You feel so damn good. Yes. Your heart is mine. You come into our bedroom, looking so damn good, it hurts. Pulling at her nipples while simultaneously sliding your fingers into her pussy. “Oh! You start pumping into Mistress again and I try to keep up. Just his demand. I can hear you coming down the hall.
