He agrees

Mark’s smile couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than agreement, but he still followed with the words. “That sounds like fun. And the week after?”

I felt Master John’s cock in my mouth twitch, “Well if Kimmie is recovered. Maybe we can make good use of her.” I moaned onto his cock, “I think she likes the idea.”

Mark nodded and took a sip of his wine, “So Kimmie, no limits?” I moaned again, “Are you happy with Master John doing anything he wants to you?” I moaned again and Master John joined me.

Mistress smiled, “So it’s a date. Next week, while Kimmie is recovering, she can just please John with her mouth, and the week after John can have his way with her.” I felt a short pulse form John and again wondered at what he had planned.

The rest of the night was a bit uneventful. John came in my mouth again as we continued to talk about life in general. It was enjoyable but there really wasn’t much to tell.

When we finally got home I was tired, my excitement at my trauma had given way to a deep lethargy and I quickly fell asleep.

In the morning I slept in, and woke to a coffee from Mark. As he roused me I felt a tightness across my chest. For a moment I thought maybe the holes had opened up in my sleep but when I looked down I found a sheen of dried cum across my tits.

Mark saw my look and shrugged. “I thought you looked hot having your tits abused like that,” he said, “so I maybe helped myself.”

“And I slept through it while you masturbated over me?”

He laughed, “Actually I held your tit’s together and fucked them I was surprised when you didn’t wake up.”

I laughed back and took a sip of my coffee, “So Mistress seems keen on you,” I said.

He nodded, “Yep, she wants to cuckold you, she’s fertile on Thursday and wants me to play killing her while fucking her cunt.”

“Oooh,” I smiled, “have fun.” I genuinely wanted him to enjoy himself. “So how far is Master John going to take it with me?” I asked him.

I heard a light moan, “No further than you want to but he does want to take it very far.”

I laughed, “Further than nailing my tits?” He nodded.

“Hey, it’s all you Kimmie, if you want to stop it, or keep it from going further I am happy with that. If you want to keep going and push limits further than we have ever discussed….” His voice trailed off.

I stopped mid sip, “Further than we have ever discussed? We’ve discussed some pretty sick and kinky things.”

He nodded, “They pale compared to what he wants to do with you. To what he will do with you if you let it progress.”

I moaned again.

(I have been asked to add a disclosure. This is fiction, don't try this)