If Natasha won, Gabriel must sleep with her. If Gabriel wins, Natasha must be her obedient slave for the night.After the game was over, Gabriel won. N...tasha was smiling, ?Looks like you have yourself a nice redhead slave tonight?. ?I know I have?, smiled Gabriel.Gabriel then told her, ?So that means you do not talk, until I tell you to talk, got that?. Natasha looked at her, with fear. ?You will address me as mistress, bitch?, Gabriel ordered. Natasha nodded, ?Yes mistress.? ?Hey bitch. Can you. Her ass crashed to the floor. She grabbed on to both my legs, and her body began to shake violently. My cock grew stiffer as I looked on and watched as Bianca’s pain peak and then subside, and give way to stimulation, then to pleasure, and finally into an intense orgasm. Her wails and sobbing soon turned into moans and whimpers. I undressed as she rocked back and forth gently on the floor. She had become oblivious to everything but the tingling and stinging between her legs. As Bianca. It is not just the hot juices seeping from her pussy and running down her legs and dripping on the floor, adding a scent of the forbidden to the room. Just as fiercely as I'm plundering her body, she reaches back clutching at my naked, hips, her fingernails burrowing into my skin with the intensity of a dog wanting to rapidly bury a bone. That thought seemed particularly apt to her at the moment, as I repeatedly bury my cock deep within her. My face pressed into her neck, my breaths are hot,. I had him pick out the sexiest gown he could find that would fit him (Iused his own knowledge to know which ones would fit, he had a fewfavorites, and this was one of them). I knew he needed a corset for thisone. It took several minutes, in fact, a lot of minutes, maybe thirty orso, to get him fully dressed. I knew he usually tried to do a complete jobwhen he dressed but this time I was in charge and I did it my way; first, Idid not put on a bra or any other sort of padding. He was a "skin.