I can feel it. My lips latch onto your clit and I begin to suck. You break and cry out as wave after wave of pleasure crash through you. Your hips bu...ck as you thrash through your ecstacy. Two fingers slide into your sopping, messy pussy as you ride out your pleasure. They latch onto your pleasure center inside your pussy as my tongue glides up to your puckered asshole. The new sensation sending lightning up your spine. You're unsure, but the new assault on your G-spot mixed with the foreign. They stripped me naked and placed a dogcollar around my neck. I was placed at mistress Mekil's feet like a petdog. My leash was attached to her throne like chair. After about an houror more the master raised his hand and called on the Africans to stop whatthey were doing and observe what would happen next. He went to the centerof the room and faced the doors. He clapped his hands once. The doorsopened and father was led inside. He was naked and on his hands and knees.He had a dog collar around. Jeannie was a writhing, sobbing mess. Her pleas for an orgasm only earned her more slaps, with no predicting if they would come once again on her heated cunt, her round ass, her breasts, or her face. She may have not been able to form the words to beg again.I was proved wrong as her tormentor brought out another tool: a Hitachi wand. Jeannie heard the heavy buzz, and then the bulbous head pressed hard against her engorged nub. She shook in her restraints and screamed "Please, please, please,. Knowing that must be where the revels were, they crept quietly forward till they were just outside the light. There they knelt down to observe.Soon, by twos and threes, beautiful beings strolled to the wine cask that had been left there for them. They drank, a fiddler played, they danced. Our young observers were enthralled at the sight and lost all caution as they slowly entered the light of the bon. Of a sudden the music stopped; the dancers turned.“What have we here?” asked the tall woman.