For the first time, Iman saw how many there were, thirty three, including herself. All had had their hair removed, though some had some fuzz growing b...ck. They ranged in age from teens to middle age. One looked no older than twelve, with an almost flat chest. They formed into a line, stood at attention, shivering in the chill air. The boss bitch strolled along the line, perhaps counting the prisoners, perhaps just enjoying their misery.When she came to Iman, she pulled out a small razor knife. I could see just the pink end of the other vibrator up her arse but decided it was best left there. I bent my head forward and ran the tip of my tongue between her cunt lips. She groaned and her hands pushed on the back of my head and I lapped at her hot, wet cunt. Soon she was wriggling and bucking but I held on and she came with a scream and did something she’d never done on screen. She squirted. I had my mouth over her hole and took the lot.She pushed me away and scrambled up the. I looked at her for a second and she mouthed something I couldn’t make out and she scurried out of the room. I stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes before I heard her footsteps in the hall. She appeared in the doorway wearing a harness attached to a dildo jutting between her thighs. She stepped back over to me and we kissed feverishly once more. Her tongue pressed against mine and her hand shot between my legs. I did my best to concentrate on tweaking her nipples and sucking her tongue. Pretty sure.Gloria had asked me three or four times about my connection, my relationship, with Ash Collins. I told Daddy, “Red herring. Gloria must know people above Ash.”“Then what’s her game?”“I think it was my connection to Matt.”Daddy’s quick. He leapfrogged Constance Grayson and said, “Senator Wainwright.”“I believe so. Although my ties to him are less direct, now...” Now that Matt’s dead.Daddy said, “What do you plan to do about it?” About my understanding of Gloria’s use for me..