Through his tears and the stinging pain offered frequently by the wicked cane, Rex's cock remained rigid and dribbled pre-cum as he glanced at the sha...p stilettos and stocking clad calves of the magnificent woman as she thoroughly dominated him; his balls tingled with submissive pleasure and resignation as he was then led by the smirking dominatrix to a wardrobe. She swung the doors open and Rex gasped with horror as the one thing hanging in there was a French maid's outfit. His cock was close. Except this was a very special bar girl. After manypints and much prompting my brother revealed that he had been the guythey set up.He claimed he vaguely remembered this gorgeous girl taking him into oneof the back rooms. He remembered her stripping down to her knickersbefore she stripped him and pushed him onto the bed. He claims she gavehim the best blowjob he had ever had (I don't actually think he hadthat many before). My brother then maintained he had passed out. Fairenough, except that at. I let my hands wander, stroking down my body, feeling the curves of my full breasts and gently pinching my nipples. My right hand continuing further down, leaving goose bumps across my torso, until it was hovering over my clit through the soft fabric of my underwear. Barely allowing my fingers to make contact, I teased my clit. Gently stroking back and forth as my mind conjured images of a handsome stranger whose only desire was to please me. I glazed over the specifics of my faceless,. The smell has been reduced. We can continue.”To Tariq’s delight the smell became bearable. The body, a mere pocket of flesh, the protruding rib cage, the bluish tint of the face, and the matted hair were hastily arranged. They carried the corpse to the kitchen. They covered his privates with a hand towel. Tariq perused the instruction book.“Okay, first we press the stomach.”A white foam leaked from the mouth.“This may be disgusting,” added Shrika.“Silence. There is to be no talking.”Shrika.