What she really needed was to get him interested in one of the young girls, she’d had one in mind within her meetings, this seemed a much easier tas..., she could work her idea around to doing this, and if she practiced what was in her mind she’d surely have him to herself. Trouble was she speculated as to what real cock would feel like? Would her dildo, due to its size out shine any a man, she needed sex like there was no tomorrow?Her mind was made up; she knew of just the girl, although, others. Bang. Bang. Bang, the desk drawers rattle every time his buries himself inside of her. Then, he turns her around so that her plump cheeks are on the edge of the desk. Biting her neck, he rams into her immediately. “Ohhhh!” she screams and begins to whimper slightly the faster he moves. My finger begins to move more, too, as I put one hand on the railing to steady myself. Suddenly, I stop. He is looking at me. Can he see me?! I worriedly think. But, instead of outing me, he smiles a drop dead. . yes... Mistress...” he whined. “Ooohh... have mercy ...” “I ‘m glad,” I said. I noted Karena and Zena looking on, aghast. “It’s designed to control your revolting lust, slave...” I said. “And these two little additional clips are designed simply to hurt.” I fastened those on to his scrotum, clamping each ball in turn. Leo screamed again, doubling up. “Merceeee... merceeee... merceeee...” he whined, “I... I’ve done nothing... I... I... I’m just a slave...” “That’s right,” I said “You’re my. They were totally incompatible with each other and worked more at cross-purposes rather than as a functioning team. The two males were called Donald and Oscar and I labeled them “Donald Duck and Oscar Wilde”. Actually it was more an insult to the beloved cartoon character and the sexually confused Poet. They both started some private interrogations of the younger girls in the family using some strange techniques that were illegal in most civilized countries.I got stuck with the more mature.