‘Are you filling up your diapers, baby girl’, mistress asks. ‘Maybe Nathalie can change you.’ Nathalie, with flushed cheeks, lets out a final ...oan. ‘I’ll get back to you later honey’, mistress says, ‘this isn’t something little baby girls should watch’, and she giggles.Nathalie bends over, and makes sure her globes touch my masked face. I can feel the heaviness on my head. She takes my gloved hands, lifts me up and leads me to the changing table. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up, honey.’ Another. .. but you’d willingly die for me that way, wouldn’t you cur?” The pitiful slave that had been Roger de Bonforth, nodded in genuine affirmation of the fact, and grunted through the circular gag which allowed the exit of his tongue in service, but curtailed his unwanted and insignificant speech, his muted offerings given out to deliberately emphasise his gagging and further excite his feminine audience ... and their pleased murmurings at its pathetic tone, ensuring the rigidity of his erection. He was moaning loud while running one of his hands over my head through my hair, so at that point i just went nuts and started sucking up and down his cock like a man possessed. Flicking my tounge over his juicy cockhead while keeping my lips firmly suctioned to his cock, wanking him off into my mouth and playing with his low hanging juicy balls. I was wanking my own cock the best i could but i was mainly focusing on the matter at hand and he was moaning “yess” and “fuck that feels good, dont. He was always writing. He was writing about her; another epic tale to be included in his legends, another ode to his goddess.'I need to put that magnificent, imaginative mind of his to work on something more productive than writing odes about me... ' she decided. 'I'll bet he can fix this restlessness I feel – help me find something worth doing until the resources of the great ship are available again.'Béla leaned against the doorway and gazed into the library. Jeff had his back to the door and.