The mistress was to leave him with her guards? Well that was unfair as she had been teasing him horribly all afternoon. Bare footed she wouldn't make any noise so the silence that followed was believable. Then abruptly his legs were shoved aside and a warm wet tongue glided across the length of his shaft. It was such a shock of pleasure he harshly sucked in a mouthful air his surprise very noticeable. The tongue changed to lips as they enveloped his head, the large gulp of air he had taken was now seeping out in low whimpering moans of pleasure. The nibbling didn't help either pushing him further into extasy. A hand gripped the base of his shaft like it was a lifeline but by now the little pain the pressure of the squeeze caused felt good.<br/>The lips left for a moment only to be replaced another set of lips but these, these lips belonged to the woman's sex and it was heavenly. Hot, wet and tight, it was euphoric. She ground down on the shaft like a rabid animal like it was water for a soul lost in the desert. She reached up and pinched and twisted his nipples sending shocks of painful euphoric pleasure to his loins. There was a growl then a strong slap across his face which produced a grunt/growl of his own. The growl held certain tones to it that were familiar but it wasn't enough to be sure, the slap had shifted the hood slightly he could see small amounts of light now. It wasn't enough to see who was on him but at the moment he didn't much care so long as she kept going. He wished his hands were free so that he might return the favor to her.