OMG, it is time foranother adjustment! I feel the pole raised up another notch, driving thedildo deeper inside me, making me stand on my tiptoes - not... for long, andafter a few seconds, moaning and crying, I sink on the even wider part ofthe cone, as my tired, burning legs give out and the rope around my neckis stretched taught again. He sits in the chair, watching the show,stroking himself slowly and observing my suffering with calm intensity.The red lights of several cameras around me are. The Boudoir consists of a series of connecting rooms, all visible from the Compound through the open archways on the southern side of the building, and it is in this area that the slaves prepare themselves for their next assignment. Although the rooms are rarely crowded there is a seemingly constant stream of activity throughout the day and evening hours as the females periodically visit the Boudoir facilities to clean themselves, apply fresh makeup, and receive new clothing directives. A. Maybe later.”I stepped back and ran my hands down to the small of her back, then onto her sweet bubbled shaped ass. It was as soft as all her skin was, but again, with iron muscle beneath. Soft, but oh, so nice to fondle. She liked it, she liked it a lot! Her hips and butt swayed back and forth rhythmically as I rubbed, and then she pushed her butt back toward me, clenching and relaxing her ass cheeks as I squeezed harder and harder.She smelled like wildflowers and musk. It was so very nice. I. Well, finally after whatseemed like forever, I was on the edge of cumming. Steve sped up histongue and moved his finger really fast, sort of side-to-side inside mytight pussy.Well, without warning my pussy exploded and tingles and sensationsoverwhelmed me. My tiny body just jerked and twisted and bucked up anddown on the bed. I think I actually screamed it was so big. My fingersmust have dug into his skin because later I saw I had left big clawmarks on Steve’s shoulders. He never said anything.