Up and down. Teasing his cock, mercilessly . ‘Yes! Mistress.’ His restraint weakens and he is shaking in an effort to not move. A shudder of ple...asure runs through him and the slight exhale of breath plays across my face. I grab his face, smashing his pretty lipstick mouth against my lips, kissing him hard. Smearing his his make-up then shoving him back. ‘Your going to see how good it is to suck cock, my pretty slut. On your fucking knees.’ As he kneels I slide the strap-on in place, and. My guards forced a corridor through the cheering throngs of people.Details became clearer. The people were short and wiry, dark skinned with straight black hair. I continued across the open space toward a giant, stepped pyramid. Marching stiffly up the stairs the smell of incense grew stronger, almost overpowering me as I reached the top. There, standing behind a tremendous black altar, stood a man who was undeniably a high priest of some sanguine religion. The tall, feathered mask that hid his. Butterflies roamed in her belly, while her tummy jolted.Her tongue snaked out as she moved, concentrating on the girl’s well-formed legs, to the softer, wetter region. Tracing her tongue around the sweet folds of skin, Shawanda lapped up Lacey’s nectar, like a cat drinks milk. Flinging her head back, Lacey pulled her knees up, arching her back she lifted her ass from the sheets. She thrust her hips into Shawanda’s face. Her ragged breathing punctuated the quiet of the room as her proclamations. ‘Get in there and wash your ugly ass off. Don’t try to adjust the water. Keep it hot. Hot is good.’ Cheryl walked to the edge of the shower stall. The water was so hot hefty wafts of steam rose from the floor. She stepped in. It was horrible, just short of scalding. She took the soap and started to clean her tattered body. The soap seared her torn flesh as much as the hot water. She wanted to scream. Cry out. Anything! But she was afraid to make a sound. She glanced at Turner standing at the.