“Now stroke yourself, slave.” Feeling great shame and humiliation, the slave took hold of his long, however thin, dick and began to move his hand ...up and down. “Remain in this position until I return. Do not stop. You better not fucking cum before I return.” And with that Mistress Demi left him in the middle of the hallway, stroking himself just on the brink of ecstasy. “Where’s Rusty?” Pink asked Lotus as she flipped through the channels on the television. Five-hundred channels and nothing. ”Jenna shyly leaned in for a kiss as she whispered into Stace’s ear, “yes, I want it inside. I want your fingers inside me.” Stace knew she was wet herself, but she wanted to pleasure Jenna first. She stuck her finger inside Jenna, moving it in and out. Jenna’s breathing quickened. But Stace wanted to hear her so bad, so she added another finger and another. Jenna was trying hard to stay quiet but she couldn’t anymore. It was too much. She let out a moan and that first moan triggered another. She'd always been the fire tender at her mothers inn. Early on in life she'd found she could reach into the flames and although she felt the heat it caused no pain. Putting the skinned rabbit she'd caught earlier on over the fire she prepared dinner. Unknown to her a sly figure crawled toward her through the grass. Drakara heard grass rustling in time to look up and see a lithe figure tackle her. She felt a hand grab her ass and another one grab the purse full of her money. Drakara grabbed the. . too much time according to her father, who had snorted when she asked to go up there one time. He had laughed and said there were mountain lions up there that would make a quick snack of her. Why was it that men - her mother had applauded the idea - why was it that men all thought that just because you were female and had bumps on your chest that you couldn’t do anything?She stared at the mountains. Maybe if she took someone with her, her father would let her go some day. That thought led to.