Mistress’s tangy juices lingered on his dick, faint but still there.And so yummy.His shaft twitched when I reached the spongy tip. I circled it. He ...roaned, his face twisting as he felt my tongue. I’d never voluntarily sucked a man’s cock before. But I’d never had a Master who cared for me. I grew up in Istandar Zizthithana’s kennel, trained from early on to please naga and the human males who pleased them. They whipped me and beat me and forced me to do so many nasty things. But I’d do them so. They were virgins until the Roman soldiers broke their maidenheads so that they could legally be publicly punished and possibly executed.” I looked up at Katie and asked, “How can you be a descendant?”“She told me there was a third daughter,” Katie replied. “She had been sent to live with the Iverni tribe– Boudica’s mother’s family– in southwest Ireland. I think if we go to that area, we can finally trace my ancestors.”***It took several more months, but we were able to trace– or guess– Katie’s. Big eyelashes fluttered when she blinked, and very moderate breasts by Slaveworld standards – C or D, she guessed, in her own world – moved as she breathed.I’ve done it. Only a few minutes after she awoke, guards came for her, and briskly gagged and bound her in a practiced manner. They attached a lead to her nipple rings and walked her quickly down the corridor to report to the first of her day’s lessons, and she didn’t even find out what name she was supposed to answer to until the troopers. .." she whispered as he probed her. She wasn't quite sure what she was asking ... was she begging for him to stop, or not to stop?Before she could figure out what she meant, she felt it happening, from deep inside she started to spasm, clenching his finger as she shuddered in a quiet, powerful orgasm.He stood her up, shaky on her feet. "Your wife has the tightest pussy I've ever felt, little man." The guard held his wet middle finger right under Jake's nose.The unmistakable smell of his wife's.