She had mentioned this to Angela a couple of times but to no effect. "She was a leader, Moroni. Leaders must never be weak." was that inflexible lady'...s reply. She thought of explaining that it hadn't been that sort of rigid organisation, just three friends together with one who took most decisions, and then she remembered that Joanne had been a keen disciplinarian herself.Another thought came to her. What if Angela refused to yield back the command when Joanne was freed! Quite a few of the. I suspected she was used to it because most of the other circus girls were a bit on the homely side or had muscles in places where nice, soft female flesh should be all curved and waiting for some male attention. Her manager was her pa, according to her account and I knew what sort he was from the way he kept pulling out his flask to wet his whistle.It was obvious that he was one of those weak humans that were addicted to the strong stuff because it always brightened him up and made him more. I apply suction, my tongue lapping at the underside as I bob my head up and down furiously. My clit tingles in response as if his lust was fueling and increasing my desire. I use both hands, one at his balls while the other is at the bottom of his shaft moving up and down in time with my mouth. His salty pre-cum and my saliva leaks out of my mouth and begins to drip onto my breasts as the sloppy blow job continues. I quickly pull away, and an instant growl is heard in frustration.How many men. "Does my little slut want something? Do you want my cock?" Sex talk like that. I love being her girl, so I always respond positively! L runs her hands over my bound body, scratching her nails up my nylon-covered legs. She raises my skirt up over my hips and pats the cheeks of my ass. "You have such a sexy ass, Tami. I swear it is getting fuller and rounder every time I make love to you." L gripped the butt-plug and eased it in and out of my hole. "How's that feel, slut? You love when I.