Her appetite for sex was voracious. She would proceed with caution. She could feel his balls tickling her flat belly as he took his cock in his right hand, pressed the tip of his cock against the underside of her improvised cleavage and let loose with a satisfied groan, squirting his hot load in the shallow crevice between her tits. Tegan settled in next to him, her hands folded in her lap. On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“If ye ever worry ye might be breaking, tell me.”
“Alright.”
“Now we need to talk about your punishment.”
“For what?”
“You forgot something.” Angus reached behind him and picked up the buttplug off the nightstand, holding it in front of her face. Ye understand?”
“Yes Sir. “Why don’t you lie back and relax, and I’ll rinse you off?”
Tegan complied, gingerly sitting back in the cold tub, running her hands under her hair to dangle it over the end of the tub so it wouldn’t get wet, then settled back looking up at Sam who suddenly had a grin on his face.
