“Get on your back on the floor!” demanded Lynne.Lynne removed that strap-on while I got on the floor. She moved down and straddled over my face. S...he put her asshole inches over my mouth. “Okay, baby, I want you to lick my asshole!” she ordered.“Yes master. I would love to lick your asshole,” I said, then stuck out my tongue.Lynne lowered her ass to my tongue. “Lick it!”I ran my tongue all around her sweet asshole. “Mmmm, feels good, my fuck toy,” she moaned.I continued to lick all around her. She was unableto communicate with Eddie to apologize or beg and now knew that he wouldnot listen anyway.He flipped her over on her back and selecteda 1" metal band to fit around the base of her right breast. Once it was astight as possible without breaking the skin he did the left one. These bandswere his own design and had small oblong openings around the top edge ofthe rims and were connected to each other with a short bar.He removed Debbie's nipple rings and replacedthem with copper caps. Nevertheless they both woke at their usual times, Andrew half an hour ahead of Katrina. He fought the urge to relieve his bladder continuing to hold her slight, soft body and savour her smell.It was a dressing-gown breakfast, quite a quiet one."Andrew, my love, will you help me write to my parents?" Of course I will."She smiled warmly. "Oh golly! It's going to have to be typewritten because of my arm." Probably not a bad thing. It'll help the formality but you can also explain it."She smiled. "You think you can do it, Mig?" the director asked sympathetically."You fucking bet. They don't call me Big Mig for nothing!" That I know. That I know. Just let the girls recover a bit. Their fannies have taken a bit of a beating. Wanna beer?"The director handed Miguel a chilled can of lager. "Not on the job. I've got a reputation to keep, man. But you got any more snow?" Yeah right. Whatever."Like Miguel, Moss was a veteran of the sex industry. He had featured in countless movies, sold openly.