He kicked the door closed and you and he made your way to the cool floor of the entry way, clothes dropping right and left, till you lay on your back ...ith his thick, hot cock nestled between your swollen, wet lips. His mouth molded yours, then moved to suckle your luscious nipples, until they were tight and almost hurt, and still you arch to press each one during its turn into his delicious mouth.He teased your clit, flicking it with his finger tip, rubbing it in slow circles, pressing that. With that boost, I was able to get close enough to one to cut his head off. The other kept trying to maintain her distance while still draining me. I felt like I was on my last legs when I got close enough to her to kill her. I had also felt the disease really settle in me this time. I was nearly dead just from that, not from any actual combat injuries. I drank two healing potions and needed a potion of cure disease as well. I had to pause just to regain my bearings, shaking my head to recenter. "Yes, see? You still want more," she said with a grin. "But you're not getting any. You've been a bad girl, disobeying me like that!" The whip landed a bit harder on my pussy, making me groan in pain instead. "Don't move." I didn't, I laid there, my cunt aching because of the pain it'd just experienced, because of the way it'd been stretched. That wasn't the only reason it was aching, though- the woman, my mistress, was right, I wanted more. I needed more. Apparently I wasn't getting any,. Hmmm. So....?I looked more closely. She seemed poised, elegant, well made up, notunattractive. Maybe she was from Europe, some lesser light from overthere that I had not heard of?Then I noticed it.My old evening gown.It was dark navy, long, with a split seam. It was embroidered at thehem with rhinestones. I had donated that to the Thrift Shop myself.Looking more closely, I recognized more and more outfits. Businesswear. A sarong, of all things! Even my old swimsuit, which was calleda "Slimsuit".