I hear a long, drawn-out aaaaaaaaaahhhhh and barely recognize my own voice. My hands want to reach for Lassie and press her face to my clit, but the only thing I can do is slide forward and spread my legs as wide as I can. I love it and tug at it a little to check the tightness. I try to form words in my gasps and moans and stop my body from twitching so that I can feel her tongue better and receive the orgasm with my whole already contracting cunt. Simon stands up and kneels behind the slave on the couch. I want to tell Lassie to stick her fingers in my pussy, or I’ll implode and die. I know Simon is watching me the whole time, but I can’t take my eyes off Cal’s now pre-cum glistening glans. Yes, oh yes. So the dog leash matches her name, and I get incredibly curious. The thought briefly crossed my mind that he didn’t want me at the game at all, but I dismissed it immediately. My pussy twitches, opens and closes without me doing anything, and I have long forgotten my self-control.
