Get on "The Table"." I got up and moved over to "the table". I bent over it and Mistress locked my wrists into the manacles that were atta...ched there. My feet were then locked to the legs of it. Mistress then instructed my me to put my "disgusting member" in "the Hole". This was not easy to do as my hands were not free, but I finally managed it. The Table Had been constructed so that there was a box in it at crotch level. This box was lined with the softest. I slide my body down along his until I am kneeling between his legs, I take his dick in my hand and slowly begin to pump his member. I kiss his cock from base to tip, returning to his base to lick him over and over, pressing my flat, moist tongue over the head, sucking it into my mouth.I then remove him from my mouth to masturbate him with both hands before sucking him back into my mouth and down my throat, he's thrusting himself further down my throat. I can tell his orgasm is building.I. That was uncomfortable for us.To our surprise, the GSA finally came up with a potential solution to their problem: they were going to move their army by boat down the Chattahoochee River, land at Fort Gaines in Clay county, and march overland from there to attack Albany. Our spy reported that they somehow figured that a capture of Albany would end the “nonsense” of secession from Georgia. That showed how little they understood us and our “Great Cause.”The plan meant that they were going to. “Oh yeah? How’s that going?” I asked, my smile growing bigger.“Well, I’m still here, so obviously not that well.” She replied, one eye half closing.“Could have gone into one of the bedrooms and gotten some.” I replied.“Naw, I’m pretty loud. Especially when I’m getting fucked in the ass. Don’t need to get the cops called” She replied bluntly.My cock grew hard.“Yeah? You get butt fucked a lot?” I asked, taking a sip from my drink.“Not nearly enough. Frat boys get too drunk to be hard enough to.