“Now, go back to the dungeon.”She walked downstairs. Again, I was acutely aware, looking for potential signs of rebellion. I felt none. She was do...cile as I reattached the collar chain to the wall.“Davy, I meant it. I will be your ally if your leave me with some power,” she said.“I will see you in three days,” was my reply.As I locked the dungeon door, Diablo whispered, “Not bad, but you should have made her clean you with her tongue so she could taste shit and cold cream for three days.”“That. Good thing those sleeping pills worked, because I think this brutal of a fucking would wake her up. I loved watching her amazing tits smack around her chest while I slammed her tight shaved cunt. My arm hurt from slamming this dildo into such a small pussy so after about fifteen minutes of a nice hard cunt fuck, I stopped and slid the dildo out. I wanted to clean her pussy, not the dildo, so I moved up to her mouth. I pulled her mouth open and slid the cock in. I rolled it around in her. She quickened pace trying to get away from the stranger as quickly as possible. Just as she passed him he grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall. She tried to scream but he covered her mouth and pulled a knife on her. Holding it to her throat he said in a deep voice "Make a sound and you die". Rachel's eyes began to tear up but she nodded. The stranger put the knife away and removed his hand from her face. Rachel tried to turn her head away but he forced a kiss from her, his tounge. Is it just dragwaitresses." No, Mama. We have shows. We serve food. We have drag functions.Professional shows." I never wanted you to get into drag." Well, this isn't drag like RuPaul has drag. A guy in a dress will bringyou a cheeseburger. What more could you want?" Are the guys ... perverts?" God, no, Mama. They're regular guys. Funny guys, professional guys.They just don't throw rocks at femme men. They appreciate us." And you can make more money than at the dress shop?" I hope so. I really.