I owe you my life, my body, everything, Darren. I will never forget that. Just don’t forget that I am still your Queen and you owe me your fealty no...etheless,” Yara reminded him as she moved one of his hands to her twat.“Naturally, my Queen,” Darren acknowledged the nature of their affair openly.“I will never take a consort or husband, not publicly. Just know that you’re the closest thing to it that will ever be. I’m your salt wife as well as your Queen. We just cannot admit as much. Which is. Give me your cock, let me feel it in my ass!". I eased my finger out of you, and you spun around, arching your back and pushing your ass towards me as you spread your legs. You looked over your shoulder into my eyes, then leaned forward and bent down slightly you as you braced yourself with one hand against the full length window, and slid your other hand down to pull up your dress and massage your clit. Looking over your shoulder, you watched as I pulled your dress up further and grasped your. Thank you." She straightens up and heads for the door."Sue?" I ask."Yes?" Did you come round for a reason?" What? Oh yes I did. Of course I did. we are going to have a party next Saturday. Keep that evening clear for us." Oh good. I was wondering when the next one was going to be." A long trail of cum is dangling from her cock. I hold her cock and lick it up. " I was really missing that gorgeous thing. Wondered when I would meet it again." She gives her throaty chuckle and lets herself back out. First he removed all of Jonathan's old "clothes". Then he fitted him with a broad and sturdy, black leather collar. Around Jonathan's waist a very broad and very sturdy black leather belt was fitted and tightened until it functioned like a corset. His feet were forced inside very, very small ballet boots with no heel. Then his legs were folded up until his calves met with his thighs and black rubber bags were pulled up over them. Using an industrial blow drier Master Reinhardt made the rubber.