As her torturous tongue danced all over my pink flesh, my body grew stiff with unreleased need. Finally, after several long minutes of teasing, I felt...he flat of her tongue lap upwards from my winking anus to my turgid clit. Her lips wrapped around my pulsing bud and sucked it into her mouth. She gnawed my moist flesh with her lip covered teeth, making me cry out sharply. “Oh, my Goddess, please, don’t stop,” I wailed. Silver twisted her fingers, forming them into a knobby “dick”, and pushed. The Trade Minister had Cora Argyll in tow, literally. Cora was hardly recognisable. Wearing a long, full skirt but naked from the waist up, her entire torso, arms, face and shaven head were covered with elaborate tattoos. The Trade Minister was leading her by a chain that ran to a ring set in the septum of her nose. It was only as she came alongside that I saw that the piercing had itself been set with a silver grommet to prevent the ring causing damage. I asked the Minister about the designs. She also sharedin my philosophy that all males were ultimately inferior to women andshould be subservient to their female betters, and that males were almostbetter off when living under the control of a dominant woman who will setthem to their purpose in life of serving and pleasing women. She hadset-up a female-led relationship for her former husband and herself, withher husband acting as her sissy maid and cuckold in their home while hisson was off at a prestigious boarding school on the. .umm...I was kind of hoping you might like the idea of not wearing any. Are you ok with that? Would you? I keep thinking of you sitting across from me at the restaurant, knowing that you don't have any on."She turned crimson red and smiled shyly. "My goodness Hon, you're turning me into a little sexpot tonight aren't you!" She wriggled as she sat on the bed. "That's fine Hon, if that's what you want, I'll do it. It will feel quite...delicious actually, knowing that you know..."That made me stop.