Carissa turned to lean over the back of the couch and presented herself obediently. Her tawny hair fell before her in a curtain as she twisted her neck to look back over her shoulder. Vasiliki held up the crotch strap with its evil rubber plug and smiled at Carissa’s smouldering gaze. “In a little while” she said, sliding from her seat to seize the proffered buttocks in strong hands and spread them apart. “You’re so open when we speak of your sacrifice” she murmured, leaning in closer. Carissa voiced a soft sigh of resignation. “No, please” she whispered, then bit her lip; Vasiliki’s tongue lapped with infinite gentleness at the sensitive strip of skin between her gaping cunt and the tight rosebud of her arse, then her sharp teeth nipped at the velvety softness of her inner thighs. Growling softly in her throat she arched her neck over her panting slave’s loins, tracing the contours of her cunt lips with a soft wet tongue and then darting the tip between her cheeks into the pink, puckered asian ring. Carissa whimpered and ran her hands languidly along the back of the sofa, slowly rolling her head from side to side and baring her teeth in a tortured grimace as she fought to keep control of her traitorous body. Teeth and nails ran over her quivering flesh, nibbling and scratching from her heels to her neck, never breaking the skin yet always threatening to draw blood. With one finger Vasiliki tilted Carissa’s chin up to suck a mouthful of her white throat into her hungry mouth. This tender, teasing torment continued relentlessly until her thighs began to quiver and her breathing became hoarse and rapid - then Vasiliki sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth. “You are on the very edge” she remarked. Helpless, Carissa could only groan and nod her head. “Then you know what to do” she went on, handing over the plug before returning to her own chair and her bottle of wine. Carissa carefully buckled the panties thong to the back of her belt while Vasiliki regarded her with cold amusement. Wincing and panting, she forced the broad plug into her moistened arse and then pulled the japanese attached leather deep between her cunt lips and up to sucking its fastening in the front, never taking her blue eyes from Vasiliki for a moment. “Now attend to your face and hair” she ordered, “and wear the white cotton frock - and the high-heeled boots. Then we shall go to Susan’s villa and see what she does with you”. Soon they were making their way along a winding road back up the hillside to where an isolated and derelict Venetian villa looked down over Baphoria’s harbour. Night was falling, and as soon as they were away from the edge of town Vasiliki bent Carissa over a rough stone wall at the side of the road, swiped her arse twice with a braided leather dog lead - just to leave two red marks - and secured it to her collar to lead her onward. “I think I am coming to like Susan” she observed, suddenly talkative after a long silence. “She is evil to her slaves - quite brutal. Before the first of these cannibal victims washed up on the shore of Barataria I even hoped that she might be the one, if only we could have found a way to make you disappear”. She sensed that Carissa wished to speak. “Yes”? “I - perhaps I can do that” she stammered. “I think about it all the time - and I found a blog about Dmitri which said that some of his women may have been falsely reported missing in an avalanche. I could do something like that. I don’t know”. Her voice trailed away. “We must be completely sure” Vasiliki pronounced. “And I know that they are out there, watching me, waiting to make contact”. She set her jaw and quickened their pace. “I’m sure of it. Enjoy grovelling for me tonight, because these games and pretences will soon be over. Soon we will find the King in Yellow and it will all become very real”. She smiled to herself at the shiver which ran blowjob through her slave’s luscious body from head to foot and pulled the leash tighter to whisper in her ear “We will have your haunches grilled with cinnamon. I promise you”. As she was left all alone, she had time to think of all the fuckin and suckin she had been exposed to in the past few days. Top quality stuff. So looks like I am in the thick of it again. She also appears to like to shake them about when she’s bent over. Arriving at the beach we looked up and down, seeing several single people in front and to our right and what looked to be a couple a ways to our left, we went right. His lips meet my left nipple and another moan escaped my lips. You're going to have to earn even a look at that." Then I heard the door click open gently and saw another man poke his head in the door. It was always the same, I'd close and lock the door, we'd exchange pleasantries and I'd kneel down and suck him off. I lifted myself up and we watched my slick pecker drawing out of her clinging, glistening lips. Common do it. She took my hand and walked me over to this huge bank of windows. They all glanced at me. Jaws dropped as they men saw how sucking hung I was. B-but you said the one who pleased you most would be spared. After almost japanese three years of exclusivity, and he called her a cheating slut. Anything. I said shaking uncontrollably. It's been years since I was lactating but I'll bet you could get a little taste sucking like that. When the fuck did you get fucked? Hmm...” “Okay, I’ll call after mom goes to her cackle party. He was grunting and his grip on my legs hurt. Evelyn started to grind against my now rock solid cock as we got more and more passionate. I tell you to step out of them and place them on top of your bra. I could see right into her. My pussy smeared it’s delight across Brandon’s crotch, massaged him with the rolling contractions of my inner muscles, and pulled him to his limit with the suction of my clinging lips. As blowjob for my boss (Tim), he’s a true professional. Still the few male merchants had decided to bring asian out some of their wares in the hopes of making a little bit of profit given the circumstances. Will just be like our movie nights, cuddled on the couch in the basement watching shitty movies so we didn't have to sit with the bitch." He unziped his fly and undone his belt and the top button of his jeans, then took Kim's hand and pushed it panties gently into his pants. Inspiring it was too.