She was telling me how sweet pussy tastes and how aroused she gets when she has her tongue in a tight little asshole. She said "after sucking off 7 co...cks, tasting my pussy and ass should be a relief for me". She undid my cocks belts and pants and started stroking those big , beautiful hunks of manhood asking if I wanted them . I nodded yes and opened my mouth only to be told to only do what I was told to do. Trish told me to put that dildo back in my mouth and dropped to her knees putting her. There was so much to enjoy in one’s possession, and somany ways of enjoying it. “All right, slave, that will do for the moment,” said Quentin and gave Julia a little kick with the back of his heel. “Get off the bed.”At once Julia slid off the bed and knelt by its side. She knelt in the fashion that Quentin was accustomed to see the slave-girls on the ‘Paradise’ kneel. That is to say, with back straight and hands clasped at the back of the neck, thighs parted. A posture of submission. Quentin. He was a scholar, about twice my age. A handsome but reserved and bookish man, Dorzi was more at home amongst the old tomes than he was in the company of men or women, and he was infinitely more conversant with arcane lore and ancient tongues than with feminine wiles. He was the only servant my father would allow in his study and apart from my father, Dorzi seldom associated with the other occupants of the house. One night when my father was away and my mother was busy entertaining one of her. I looked along the stream to see some stepping-stones placed across it that led to some rather precarious looking steps leading up the side of the gorge.“I think that’s it over there,” I said pointing the way.“Bloody hell John I’m not going up there dressed like this. And look at the state of the steps they’re covered in green slime.”I had to agree with her, the route did look rather slippery and dangerous. “Okay come on we’ll go the long way up. We’ll see more anyway.”We set off following the.