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           I had just arrived home after walking home from the bus station in the hot and humid day. I had barely stepped in the door before the phone rang. It was Master on the line. “It is time. Be ready and waiting outside on the curb. I will be there in just a few moments”.              I knew what that meant. I was prepared and so was my small travel bag with a set of soft sweat pants suit, nylon rope and a large bag of ground coffee. I grabbed my bag and locked up my flat and went to wait for Master at the curb. I didn’t even go to the loo or change clothes.           Master arrived before I had much time to think of what I was getting into. I had answered an ad in the “raunchy” tabloid and this was to be my first time. I was scared and excited at the same time; nervous at what to expect.           Master’s sports car had the hood down and the cool breeze was invigorating against my sweaty body. I was wet and Beylikdüzü escort bayan dripping in anticipation of what was to come as I sat in the front seat. I looked over at Master and noticed his pants were open and his cock was dangling out as if begging for attention.           My mouth began to drool just looking at it. Master saw in my eyes and mouth my desire and he permitted me to go down on him as he drove but I had to be real careful so as not to bump my head on the steering wheel as he drove nor to make him cum too quickly or there might be an accident on the   way. It was tricky but worth every second of my enjoyment. Within seconds of my lips around his cock he was engorged and filling my mouth. It was so sustaining that Master had to pull over to the side for me to finish or else…          Minutes later, with his cock enveloped once again in his trousers, he continued Escort Beyoğlu the drive the next few blocks to his home. By then I was almost panting in excitement and desirous of cumming myself. But Master ordered me not to touch myself.         The pain of holding back; the thrill of what was yet to come and cum. My mind was spinning. Oh how I wished my finger could too on my raging burning pussy. I tried closing my legs tight; I tried opening them wide but there was no relief.         We arrived to Master’s home. It was small with two wicker rocking chairs on the front patio. Mistress opened the ornate wooden door to let us in. she took my bag and the three of us walked into their kitchen. Mistress opened the bag and removed the nylon rope and coffee. Master sat me down on a metal chair and tied my hands behind my back and each leg to a leg of the chair. Mistress set about to preparing a large Bomonti escort amount of coffee. The aroma was intoxicating.           Minutes passed but all I could do was sit – and watch, inhaling the coffee. Three cups of the brew were brought to the table but I could not drink of my own accord as my hands were still tied.           Master and Mistress sat on each side of me temporarily ignoring their coffee. Their faces came close to mine and then they lowered them to my breasts as each licked their tongues on to my nipples arousing me even further. My body practically jumped as the nibbled my tits until firm erection. I panted and moaned and ground my butt around in the chair trying to complete my orgasm. I was just at the edge when Mistress and /Master decided I had had enough.          Instead I was given to drink sips of the delicious intoxicating brew of coffee. It just whets my appetite for more. They saw my pleasure in the coffee and I was given more. My bladder was bursting but I could not get up to relieve myself as I was still tied to the chair.          I looked up pleading for an escape to the loo but it was then I saw a huge plastic bag hanging on a pole with what appeared to be the rest of the coffee.

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