A shaved head gleamed in the lantern light. A black mustache, the ends long and drooping down to his chin, adorned a squat and chiseled face.The lamia... shook her head in warning, an iron slave collar tight about her throat. She mouthed, “Run.”I winked at her.I crept closer to the sleeping warleader. A glint to my right drew my attention. In an open chest, sitting upon rumpled clothing, lay a necklace of braided gold with a ruby, the size of a chicken’s egg and reflecting light across its cut. I moan and try to kiss them back, but they move away. Suddenly there is a slap on my right breast, then the left. They are slapped over and over, I can feel them turning red and getting warm. Roughly they are pulled from the bra; my nipples are hard as a rock. Fingers pull and pinch them, making them harder and the slapping continues. I moan at a particularly harsh slap, trying to pull away. My face is grabbed hard by the chin. “No, you will take this and not move, like a good girl.” I do. It wasnt easy with my hands still tied to go down on her and keep my balance, but I managed, I traced my tongue along her slit, my god she always tasted so good. My tongue opened the soft folds of her labia to expose her clit. I nibbled on the hard little bud, flicked it with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth, satisfied that Sue was making all the right sounds. She was very wet having been playing with herself, as I used my tongue to open and probe her almost drinking her juices. I always. .. assuming I got the opportunity, especially as it was my niece too.Downstairs I found Bonnie sitting in the lounge with a glass of coke and on the coffee table stood a mug of coffee."How's the job then?" I asked."It's OK, though I've been offered a promotion," Bonnie replied with a smile."Is that a problem?" I frowned."Sort of, it means moving abroad, to the USA, possibly for a few years ... maybe more," she replied."Oh, is that why you need to see your Mum and Dad?" I asked."Yes, well, Mum.