Lucinda burst into the room in a studiedly melodramatic fashion and without aiming a single glance at Alice strode over to the dressing table and slam...ed down an antique silver tray holding a bottle of vintage brandy and a balloon glass. Lucinda picked the chair up and slammed it down hard before planting herself on it , slouching forward and staring at Alice with eyes of silent accusation.Lucinda looked hot, the bitch, thought Alice, drinking in her poutily defiant features. Smoking one of. The intoxicating aroma of my pussy beckoned to him. He just had to reach me.The last of his caution fell away.He stepped out of the shadows. I shuddered as it was like a piece of night stood before me. He had skin that was as black as night and stood in the shape of a man. But I knew this was no human. This was a monster. A shapeshifter. He had no hair on his body.“My, my, what a treat for Argil to enjoy,” he said, his accent strange. Lilting. “A beauty all alone for Argil to eat.”“That’s. Slut was entirely unworthy of an even of religious significance, but her Master allowed her special days to celebrate the greatness of God, Master’s cock. Master was so kind to even present her with gifts while she worshipped his cock especially for the occasion. Slut felt extremely excited that Master allowed her to worship cock while receiving spankings from Master’s leather belt as she loved to serve Master’s cock through amusing him with her pain. It made her feel as though she earned a bit. Drip Sat between us and pulled gently on my nipple as he leaned over and took a suck off of Knocka's bottom lip. He reached behind and touched a panel on the wall which made the room fill with sensual Caribbean music. The rhythm of the drums moved Knock to swerve her hips as her and Drip entwined in a sloppy tongue kiss. As he continued to play with my tits, my hand nestled in my thong and I fingered my pussy until it pulsated. Drip then guided Knocka on his crouch and they grounded as she took.