My hand slid up to her calf and I was rewarded with a stroke from the riding crop she always kept by her. Kept by her that is whenever she had a male ...in her charge. On the wall behind her was a big framed picture. It showed Fiona and her sister on each side of a group of six naked men. All the men were posed with full erections and all wore close fitting lycra hoods in the Duchess's racing colours. I knew the hoods were Lycra as I was the one on the left with my number on the side of it. I was. And i crawl down on the floor knees on the pillow looking at him calling me his sexy girl helping my mouth on the fat cockon my own , up and down sucking mike big cock and doing evrytging he said using my mouth and tongue on his fat black cockgetting better every minute i spent worshipping him''you look so happy as a girl, you love this ''''yes i do, mphhhh''getting turn by my best friend into his sissy secret bitch made me so horny ''omg i love sucking you , its so big''''yes that my girl, say. When he finished the cool air teased her nipples even more. They felt so exposed and sensitive. He leaned over and licked each of them with a long stroke of his tongue. Then he returned to the table and she saw him reach into a small plastic bowl.He returned with something cupped in his hand. He took hold of it with two fingers and showed her. It was an ice cube. He brought it to her captive nipple and swirled it around and then over. The coldness was painful and the rush of blood hardened her. Perhaps the drug wore off. Would she get her memory back? The chair was hard and she moved around. No one was using the pool or the spa. As the sun went off the courtyard, a translucent cover cranked into place, maintaining the warm temperature. A few minutes later, one wall of the enclosure retracted, revealing a vast carpeted space with couches, tables, and what looked like oversize television screens. A small troop of young women, clad in very little, pushed clothing racks on wheels into.