Mmmmm" Cumbag moanedaround the cock. Cumbag fought to keep her balance as she began to slam her headup and down on the grinning man's cock ever faster.... The old man kept his handsin his pockets as the young, white slut at his feet slaved to please him. WhenCumbag looked up at him, with her slobber oozing from her mouth, and winked helaughed. "Dat's de way to do it, little miss white ho... White Ho's like you shodo like dat nigga dick, don't 'cha?... SLUT!" the old man chuckled. Cumbag released. Wetcunt, open your case and let's see that million dollars for our adorable Kristin!" Wetcunt unlatched the case and opened it to reveal a thick spiked posture collar. "Too bad Kristin, looks like you'll be wearing this collar for the rest of the program. Who's a good bitch?" He said with a grin. The assistant cunt who was dressed in a latex corset and thigh high platform boots picked up the collar from the case and approached me. She gently lifted up my silky long black hair and I could feel. As the doorman opened the cab door she felt his gaze sweep from her 4-inch heels up her ankles, calves and to her well-toned thighs. She saw him catch himself and immediately shift his eyes to meet hers. “Good evening, Miss. Welcome to the Grosvenor House Hotel”. She smiled. “Hello”. After paying the driver she walked the few steps to the door of the hotel which was opened for her by the same scurrying doorman. He was in his thirties, tall with short, dark, neat hair and broad-chested. He. Inside the shell facade would be various indoor rides (dodgems in the Throne Room anyone?), which wouldn’t be subject to the capricious British weather. There would be mock-soldiers marching about in their grand red uniforms and tall bearskins (with real looking guns that were actually water pistols to squirt people at random). And there would be a military band for the ‘changing of the guard’ (playing military marches which would suddenly break into pop and rock songs for the solemn soldiers.