Please...not that" I pleaded againMistress Penny gave me a withering glance and then turned to MistressSamantha"Oh you have a wicked mind...." she lau...ghed"Let's do it" Good, let's get you ready" replied Mistress Samantha"You get on the bed, on your back and take hold of the bars of the bedhead...." Commanded Mistress Samantha"Now lift your legs and place your feet beside your head" she demandedI was left in this position staring over my inflated tits, over myimprisoned cock at my vulnerable. You wish he could see your face while his cock fills your mouth.You go low so that he goes as deep as possible with each thrust and pull up as he pulls out. You want him to fuck your face as deep as he can. He reaches between your legs and starts to finger you. There's no need for him to start slow. The amount of cum still in your pussy combined with the fact that his cock had spread you wide allows three fingers to slide in easily.It's not as good as his cock, but it's still great. He curls. The ceiling was high here, stretching into darkness over my head. Pillars lined the room's sides, most of them chipped and cracked. At the wall opposite the doors, a throne sat on a dais. The throne looked like it may have been carved from a single piece of stone. Another one of the gaunt figures sat on it, his burning eyes watching me. Beside the throne were the woman, reclining on old pillows. They were clad in revealing clothing that was once fine, but now looked like old rags. They looked. No sooner had I gone back to my book, than yet someoneelse asked to sit on the bench. This time it was awoman’s voice. I placed my hand in the book and put onanother smile and looked up. A woman, probably in hermid-thirties, stood before me. She was tall and slenderand tan, with long brown hair pulled back in aponytail, and a blue cap atop her head. She was smilingdown at me from behind her sunglasses, holding aStyrofoam cup in one hand and a plastic bag with whatappeared to be books in.