If you could give me this pleasure, I would be so grateful to you.”I got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. George played with my breasts,...while I gave him head. He was moaning and groaning and pinching my nipples, while I took his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I guess his cock was about six inches long, but he was very thick. I was slurping and gagging on his cock. He was pulling and pinching my erect nipples.George was holding my face and began to face fuck my mouth. He was. She took him to the kitchen and told him where the servingtray was. Alicia got it out and then she told him to get two cold beersout and put them on the tray along with two glasses. He was to count totwenty five then bring them to the living room and poor them and servethem. He should dip a curtsey upon entering and when leaving. She madehim repeat what he was to do five times. The noise from the washer anddryer had hidden Johns arrival so Alicia had no idea who he would beserving, he thought. "That's right you snivelling cunt. You will do exactly what I want, when I want, and with whoever I choose. You. Belong. To. Me. The sooner you accept your place the easier your life may become. Now quit your snivelling and shut that cockhole, or it'll get the gag again"You turn to the camera and start talking quietly to the viewers."This is going to be the last scene for the evening. At the end I'll be fitting this toy with her permanent collar. It is made of thick black leather, reinforced. It's what you'd expect from a succubus, and I find that most offensive.''All the same, I'd rather not.''Listen. I feed on poetry. It keeps me alive. Why would I stand by and watch a brilliant food source die? What sense does that make?''None, I guess. But it doesn't matter anyway. I'm hopeless as a poet.'She closes his laptop and looks at him, still frowning. 'You're putting trivia ahead of substance. Your focus is on rhythm and rhyme instead of myth, magic, and metaphor. Get over that, and.