” “Yes.” “Good.” Then he was jackhammering his fingers into her in hard, fast thrusts; his mouth back on her clit. She screamed. She came. H...r body was taught, back arched and hips rocking to his touch, to his kiss. He snarled against her, fighting back the urge to tear his lips from her and pound himself into that slick, demanding heat. He was jealous of his fingers, wanted to feel her clenching on his cock. ‘Soon.’ When her orgasm crested, he dug in, doubling the speed and intensity of the. I want to find her and teach her the religion she needs to learn. I want to convert her to worshipping Master’s cock. I want her to read this story and see herself desiring to be part of this primal fantasy. I want her to take the little minute to send me a message. Maybe because she is intrigued by me, for I have my charms, I suppose. I am young and attractive enough to appeal to girls who are even barely bisexual. And what I will do to my own submissive slut should Master wish that I dominate. She lifted her head up ever so slightly and realized that the five women assisting her were spread out evenly about her, their legs spread touching each others’ in what, amazingly, was a perfect pentagram surrounding her. And then the wind came. It seemed as if it materialized out of nowhere, blowing and buffeting her on every side. She wanted to get up and run to the cover of a nearby tree but was unable to move, as if the very wind was driving against her. And just as fast as the whirlwind. Twice. Then you rang me so I needed to stop.’ ‘I guess the question is whether Caitlyn will accept a trade of your sticky wet red panties for her nice clean blue panties – right?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘Well I suggest then that you go ask her – nicely!’ Being a professional means you’ve got to have a colleague’s back, even when she has screwed up by masturbating into red satin panties. Of course, I would trade my panties. I don’t think anyone in the room was surprised. Someday when our situations were.