Sami moaned and pushed against Gracie’s intrusion. “Oh fuck, Gracie, this feels amazing. I don’t think I can take your fist, but fuck, this is...amazing…oh my god,” she moaned. Gracie pushed further in and held her hand still. Sami’s pussy was tightly gripping her hand. She gently caressed Sami’s pelvic bone.“You’re doing so good, baby. We are almost there,” she said to Sami. “Just hang in there. You will have a mind-blowing orgasm once I am fully inside you, I promise.”She pulled her hand. As soon as they left the stage, Master Walter hurried into the spotlight and said, “As you may have heard, we had a slave misbehave during that performance.” He smiled and brought his hands together. “So...” he continued, “she is going to be our next performance as Master Harold Guthrie uses something called an Elephant Crop on her bare ass.”I said, “Showtime!” loudly and the hostess smiled at me. Then I started up the aisle toward the spanking bench on the left-hand platform. As hoped, Master. The afternoon has, apparently, done little to slake our thirst for each other. I wash her back, and her bum. There are going to be some bruises there. Lately, I have started shaving her pussy for her as well. At first, she was unsure how she if she would like it or not, but once she saw that I was careful, and I enjoyed doing it, it became normal for us. We get out, dry off and walk back to the bedroom. “Let's get some Arnica gel on your bum, unless you want to keep the bruises.” “No, hun, get. Relax."He sniffed dubiously, but then he spotted Renee."That's her?" he asked Claude."Yes." Hmph. A bit skinny, wouldn't you say?" He strode forward, grasped her breast before she could protest, and gave a experimental squeeze.Renee lurched back, shocked at his audacity and touch.The man frowned. "You don't seem to have trained her very well." Why do you think I invited everyone?" His smile had an edge to it now. "And you know its more fun when they're still a bit ... feral." Hmm." Henry.