I wondered how Tracey felt, was she reduced, beaten, her face gave no clues but then her voice did when she issued “Oh Jason, fuck my arse, fuck it!...�� and the tempo was increased.My left hand was now trying to keep the camera phone steady as my right hand pumped at my previous considered adequate cock which now seemed completely pointless. Jason was in full rhythm, his cock appearing from and disappearing into my wife’s arse and his right hand taking occasional opportunity to redden Tracey’s. I walked in the shower, making sure the water was warm enough so my mistress wouldn’t get cold. I helped her in and I closed the door behind her. I grabbed the soap and a towel, she started to feel my body. Her hands roamed over my thighs, my belly, my ass, my back… I winced as she touched my back, the pain from the whipping came back. I saw a tear roll down her cheek, I told her not to cry, that I was the one that disappointed her. She lifted my face and kissed me on the lips, letting her. More

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