She had learned this over many years of working with slaves and this one was going to be no different.She lifted herself off his face and walked round...beside him, kneeling again to whisper in his ear. 'Now I think you understand the rules of our little game this afternoon, I feel we should get down to work, don't you?' Chapter 2 In a room along the corridor from Mistress's Dungeon a window slowly opened and a man crept in.He was dressed in dark clothes and he slipped over the windowsill. "I'll top. I usually do," Jacob says.Theo rolls over onto his back, and Jacob moves in to kiss you. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, as he grabs the back of your head and runs his fingers through your hair. You curve your hands over his back and down into his firm ass. You grab a cheek in each hand, and give them a gentle squeeze.He gently thrusts his hips into you, firmly rubbing his growing cock against your own. You breathe in through your nose and curl your tongue slightly as you push. “So would you like him hard or soft?” Zann asked, pulling my briefs off.“Soft,” teased Leah.“Oh, sorry,” Zann had tickled my ball hairs already. “Shall I soften him again? Or would you like to?” She was climbing onto the bed. “He’s had a vasectomy so you can, even if you’re not safe.”“I don’t believe you,” laughed Camille, “you’ll just fuck in front of us? And wow! With that?”“I can get myself off if you’d rather, as long as I do get off, one way or another. Have a kiss together that’ll help,. . when all of you are in bed together... ?" she stuttered.He smiled brightly and said, "By the way: I'll help but you have to write the complaint yourself." How long is it going to fucking take?" Margret whined at the kitchen table during lunch. It had been about two weeks since she had sent the complaint and she was starting to become a little unraveled."Weeks, months, a year or maybe never," Marlin shrugged. "I don't have any idea not knowing their procedures or workload. I told you right.