She gave a delighted smile to the shadowy figure. “Your Papillion has arrived.”“Lucky I didn’t bring along a killing jar, then.” A familiar ...oice said in Greek, before sitting up and clicking on the lamp, confirming the identity of the familiar man to whom it belonged. Troy Equals looked Contessa Helena de San Finzione in the eye. “There’s Postpartum Depression, Helen, and then there’s this.”Helen stepped over to the table with two chairs that was by the window of the room and took one, sitting. Her hair swirled around his hips as she mewled in happiness.Her son’s cock bubbled with pre-cum.Then the spewing of his thick, sweet come juice flooded her wet, hungry mouth. Barbara wailed softly around his cock as he came into it. Her lips jerked up until she held only the swollen head between them, sucking at his piss hole as her tongue licked in a frenzy. Her slim throat worked as she swallowed. She continued to lick at his piss hole even when he had stopped gushing, then. she finally. Anna brought me a second beer and then a third. I eyed a dancer who walked up towards our booth. She was a curvy brunette with a body that reminded me of Candace. Surprisingly, she walked right past me and slid onto the booth between the girls.I turned around to see her lean over to Cassie and begin to chat into her ear.Cassie laughed and I saw the dancer put her hand on Cassie’s leg. She continued to talk into Cassie’s ear and then turned toward Candace, saying something into hers. I was. "Anything!" she cried out. He let her go and she fell to the floor on her knees, her cuffed arms going down with her. Jan stood in front of her, watching her cry. "Laura." he spoke in that voice again.Her head whipped up. "Yes, Master?" she whispered, her eyes holding him. He got even closer, as much was possible because of the pillar. The front of his pants were close to her face. "You know what to do, slave." he whispered. "I can't use my ha..." she started. "THEN USE YOUR TEETH!" He shouted.