Ursula's mouth at last left mine, and devoured my nipple. The girl behind was squeezing my breast and stuffiing it into Ursula's mouth. A tongue was ...eplacing the shivers down my spine, the wet mouth was tracing a line down my spine to my bum. Ursula reached round to part my arse for me, and the unidentified tongue pushed it's way firmly through my ring."Oh CHRIST I screamed" a hand came and firmly covered my mouth to shut me up. Meanwhile...Down below.Round the front My legs were hoisted. I realized momentarily that if the crowd surged, I could literally be trampled to death. Crazed faggot that I am, I didn't care. I worshipped this amazing girl's dick with mouth and throat, which precariously blocked my breathing with each thrust. I became aware that even if I wasn't trampled, I could actually be suffocated. The crowd pushed us together, pinning my forehead to her abdomen, forcing about four of her nine inches to lodge in my throat, blocking my windpipe, not even allowing me to. Each had a crop and candle in their hand. They teased and probed me with the crop, tickled my balls, then whipped me few times. I lay back while they dripped candle wax on my stomach, trying to get em to cry out. The pinching and prodding increased as I lay there, the pain not even entering my consciousness. The look in their eyes told their surrender to the fact that I was not going to cry out in pain. Rule number two, do not utter a sound in Mistress presence without being commanded. A. I was hurt at her laughter. I remained silent for a moment feeling the smoothness of her hand on my back. €œcan I call you Emma?€â€œyour mother would be angry,” she replied. A moment later she said: “you can call me when we are alone together.”I was thrilled and said: “you’re my Emma.” She paused a second and said: “don’t think about your mom or home for the next three weeks.”I lay down on the bed with my back to her. She went out, washed her hand to remove the greasy balm..