Trenae had had just about enough of all the teasing and she instructed Max rather firmly, “Roll over!” On his back, his feet on the floor, Trenae... climbed on top of Max’s face and planted her pussy squarely on his mouth. His arms circled around her hips and his tongue went into action. Trenae rode him hard. She held on to the headboard and was grunting and groaning as she maneuvered her clit back and forth across his tongue and had him lick her from front to back. Her juices coated his face. “Thank you, sir,” he corrected gently.“Thank you, sir.”“If I let you go, are you going to help me and Rospar?” he asked.“I don’t have a choice, do I?” she asked.“No,” he agreed. “You can’t hurt us, and you can’t remove the collar. But everything will be fine if you just do as I tell you, understand?”She swallowed. He knew she didn’t like this. She was from New Sappha, a colony of the exact form of extreme feminism the Galliards had been rebelling against. Heterosexuality in women there was as. She came in every 2 weeks as he requested. He would make her strip as he start exammed her breast inject both nipples with hormones that made them produce milk and swell. The room was cold he would give the nurse a order to leave him and his victim. HE would exam her most private and sensitive of parts with the cold metal spectum, that he made sure was in the refrigerator just mins before. But today a patient in the morning had a yeast infection, he was going to use that instrument on her-. Ronnie's chin scrunched down and her hands gripped my shoulders, her arms tightening and her neck and collarbones stiffening. She whispered painfully, "Sweet. So sweet. Oh sweet cum." She was absolutely still for a second, her head lowered, her mop of tousled hair at my chin. I kissed her hair, my lips memorizing the soft odor and the textures of Ronnie's hair. Then she whimpered shakily, "Oh-h-h!" and then her cunt tightened and held the clinch firmly and her forehead pressed furiously into my.