If only she had been allowed to wear the leather strips. But Francine knew regrets were pointless. She had a job to do and if her bare hands were all ...she had to do it with - so be it!"Try to look, Frederica! " said the Lady Fortescue, sitting next to her favourite servant in the stand. "I know it's hard for you to see your darling get so dreadfully hurt, but Warrior Slave Francine is having to go through all this. The least you can do is watch!"A tearful Frederica nodded and forced herself to. In truth, Greg had used her as a very submissive, masochistically pain-loving and promiscuous tramp with a deep hunger for degradation, ready for most forms of that.And Coral had long sensed that her sons had inherited a mean dominant streak from their father, since they had a swagger and foul mouths frequently referring to girls as “cunts and bitches”, etc.Especially since they were strapping, good-looking hunks, though, hearing that immensely aroused Carol, being that she’d frequently. Lexi...” Jordan said.“Already ahead of you. Meet your next client. Her name is Mickie. She already has experience too! This is cake!” Lexi said.Mickie smiled and waved.“So you mean to tell me she fell in our laps?" Jordan said to Lexi. “What kind of experience?"“I posed nude. I did softcore when I was younger. Nothing too out there. I needed money,” Mickie said, shrugging.“Damn, Lexi, you’re either good and/or lucky. Wanna do a shoot, Miss Mickie?"“Yes, sir,” Mickie replied.Present day, on. My fingers found a small mound of pubic hair above her pussy. Then she said. "Oh this is bad... I know it's bad, but I can't resist." "I know, I can't help it either" I responded and pulled her head toward me for a kiss. Our lips met and parted as we exchanged saliva and tongues. Her lips were full and soft, her tongue soft and silky. She was a great kisser. I grabbed her face and continued kissing her. She was getting into it, moaning and grinding into me. I sat up and took my shirt and shorts.