Spread those butt cheeks and let it feel the air. Wider- wider spread them wider, place your fingers in that crack, get the smell of man musk on them....Smell those fingers - the cock god responds to that manly scent. Push down and relax yr anus, it should feel that it is part of the ceremony of worship. Stroke those lips, moisten yr fingers and let them brush the hole. If HE desires it let your fingers enter there, feel them stroking your cock from within, touching the prostrate of desire, feel. “Everyone loves Werewolves of London, but that doesn’t answer the question about the stuff you said we should see on that tape.”“I know, Mistress.” Helen said, with a puff of smoke. “That would be the point of avoiding a subject. It seems that’s not going to happen, though. So, yes, I tortured those pricks. Those women were not actresses, and they had far more than what I gave them coming.”She produced a balisong knife from a compartment in one of the armrests that looked to serve as Helen’s. Just as Charisma had told her, Tiffany had had no need to worry about having her asshole lubricated; like her cunt, her rectum supplied its own lubricating juices. Streams of fluid ran from her asshole, down the backs of her thighs, just as similar rivulets coursed down the fronts and inner sides of her thighs, courtesy of her sopping pussy. Like her cunt, her sodden asshole made wet, slurping sounds as the smaller prick thrust back and forth inside Tiffany's anus. The fact that her rectum was. You were starting to realise that while you have power over me, and you liked that, it wasn’t without concern for me. You did like the power over me, didn’t you?” “Yes," I replied, “I certainly did. Exploring your body is a great turn on, and knowing that I can do anything, is just so… so stimulating. I realise that I actually really liked that feeling.” “I’m glad you did,” she said, “and the other feelings, I hope were just a residual degree of concern for me, that I would like what was being.