” As the girl is waiting next to the back of the wagon, Sasha walks over to Grayson and he introduces her to his family. “This is Sasha, she’s t...he knight who escorted me all the way here.” His wife says, “Thank you for bringing my husband safely home to me.” Grayson hands Sasha a pouch of coins, saying “I removed one coin, in payment for the bread the girl ate. You understand?” Sasha agrees and says, “I understand, I’m not happy about it, but I’m not going to complain or make a scene.” Grayson. ..deeper...” she encouraged, and pushed her hips so that not just one finger but a second was deeply embedded inside her. I rotated my hand so that my thumb was pressing lightly on her clit, two fingers deep in her pussy, and my little finger just lightly laid against her puckered asshole. And then I finger fucked her, slowly at first, building the pressure and speed, until she shook and squirmed, her throat uttering obscenity after obscenity as she hit one peak and then another. I felt my hand. I continued being the "gentleman" in the situation and just simply fumbled with her gown which was now crumpled up by her neck now. This is when the magic happened. I don't know what the hell came over me but I just got this sense of masculine confidence that she would go along with anything I did.I lifted her gown clear off her neck and over her head so that she was just in her panties sitting at the edge of her bed. She didn't resist but she halfheartedly said: "Hey...wait a minute" with a. There was a sensation of touch -- it was the back of her head being stroked. There was a command -- it was Mistress' voice."Look up, rubber... slave..." Dominica commanded.Daniella shifted her weight back, and smoothly -- quickly -- tilted her head and torso upward, so she could gaze up at her Mistress. Her breath caught as she saw Dominica's feet, in sandals this time. Then her eyes trailed up the smooth, shiny legs, to Mistress' knees, to her ample breasts... look up... look up... the slave.