Her long hair hung over her face. I looked at the clock. "Just barely. Can I get you anything?" "Please. Some coffee? Maybe something to eat? And then... I think I'd like some more of your cock." she was grinning at me through her dishevelled hair. I went about making us some bacon and eggs, and delivered a coffee to her at her seat at the table. She sipped the warm liquid and tried to untangle her hair with her fingers. Momentarily, she disappeared, then returned, having run a brush through her. She had reached the first table leg and was now worshipping the steel without any hesitation. To suspect what had happened here not long ago was motivation enough to follow the order given to her. This kind of tables was multipurpose, but the amount of blood covering the horrible place gave her a rough idea of its recent use. It looked like razor play; maybe some sexy tit slicing or a wonderfully slow clitoridectomy. Or maybe one of these really severe pain-gaggings. Lately, slaves who couldn’t. ..” she started to gasp out when she felt Mick’s stuff fill her pussy, but it was too late, he’d already spent his seed into her hot and waiting pussy. “Too late, take it bitch,” Mick smiled back as he smacked Jasmin’s ass enthusiastically, shoving his cock even deeper to eject the last few spurts of baby-batter. Jasmin took her mouth off my cock and just panted, then she rolled over and groaned. “Oh GOD that felt good,” she said, playing with her stiff, dark nipples. “I wish I could always be. "I'm sure you are right Anch, normally," said Henry. "The difficulty is that he doesn't seem to be in any condition to give his consent. He's very unwell, I feel. The only time I met him, I wasn't even certain that he was conscious." It makes no difference," said Anch emphatically. "For a Kushtian man, his wish is his wish. Would you visit his wife when he was sleeping because he could not give his yes or no?" I think its different Anch. And I'm worried that his wife may be taking advantage of.