He looked at her pale skin and the ruby flush around her vagina. Margie was glad she had remembered to shave it. He grunted his approval and unbuckled...his leather riding pants. Master never wore underwear so his thick cock immediately rolled out in front of the slaves face. He stroked it a little to stiffen it up and then sank his fingers into her red hair. Margie tilted her head and looked up at him. He required her to always look up when sucking his dick. She waited for him to use her. Master. Helen gave a smothered sound of terror and struggled weakly against her husband but she was no match for his determined strength. She couldn't call out for help because his hand was over her mouth and this was such a shock that she couldn't think of what to do. Wes was holding her so tightly that she was completely helpless and her mind whirled in horror as she guessed what he was going to do to her."MMMMMMMM!" Helen gasped, her voice a smothered cry. She closed her eyes tightly and swayed on. Without waiting for him, she crossed the parlor to a cream leather sofa and sat down, tucking her elegant legs under her Burberry skirt. The sergeant followed hesitantly and stood for an awkward moment in front of a matching club chair. He was young and keen looking, and as he sat down he was careful not to wrinkle the crease in his blue uniform trousers. She looked at him impatiently as he fumbled with his notebook and cleared his throat."I appreciate your seeing me this morning, Miss Butler,". At this point mind you, I could have cared less, I just wanted to get my dick in her. But anyway, they argued back and fourth and finally she was like look, I'm gonna just start sucking his dick if you don't leave, thinking he wouldn't call her bluff. Well, obviously, she didn't know him as well as I did, so he said go for it! Well to my surprise, she flops my cock out and starts sucking it right there in front of him! Well after about three minutes, she figured out he obviously didn't care,.