He had been semi-hard as they explored the city, knowing his slave was frustrated and denied as the plug and clit-tickler teased her relentlessly. His hand pumped himself to hardness and he propped a few pillows beneath Clara's hips to raise her to just the right angle. He drizzled some lube into her ass and pushed himself into her rear hole, moaning contentedly.

Clara moaned as well, but due to need, not fulfillment. "Sir, please!" she begged him. "Release my hands so I can play with myself!"

"Is that how this works?" Ian asked. "This is the first of three, and don't even think of asking for another orgasm until...