She laughed, then barked an order to some guards who roughly brought him up and started to tow towards the door. She and an entourage of young ladies ...ose and went after them. And as the girl torturing the boy saw this, she ran after them too. Seems as though that slave was in for a rough evening as well.Dimillah took hold of the boy's cock again, and they continued for a while longer. Once they were done with the post-orgasm play, they let him slump in his bondage. He was breathing in heaves,. “You know he is ex-special forces,” She said, “He has friends. I could never get away.”I frowned at that. He didn’t strike me as a military type.“Well, you are away from him now,” I said. “I won’t let him hurt you again.”She finished her coffee, and with the air of someone with a task to perform she dropped to her knees in front of me and started to unfasten my belt.I shot backward as if scalded.“What are you doing?” I shouted, and she flinched away from me, obviously expecting me to strike. At times she could not believe the trust she had in him, allowing him to hold her captive to his every whim or fantasy, but it was a trust born from experience and a confidence that she would ultimately benefit from her submission. The first touch shocked her senses and although the water was warm she had not expected the wet sensation and so she gasped as he began to glide the washcloth across her hot skin. His tenderness was thorough as he carefully removed the sweat from her skin, opening. Unfortunately, my ex did not have a dominant bone in his body, but he got off acting like a dick, so he liked grabbing my head and forcing my mouth down on his cock, and I hated when he did it because he was a fake. So here I am with this stranger's cock buried in my mouth when I find him putting both hands on my head as he starts to fuck my face. The feeling is so different from when my ex did it. He makes my ex look like an amateur. With both hands on my head, gripping my hair tight, he.