Their witnessing the disposal of the three would provide a delightful aperitif and introduction to that dark pleasure, but the promise of a castration...upon the rope, eagerly advertised and welcomed so wholesomely, brought the clitoris to the fore like nothing else. Their knowledge that each spend brought him closer to his last, giving a special satisfaction.Julia’s cruel reversal of affection toward him, engendered a mutually erotic high in both owner and slave, as her curt indifference to him. She had leaned on the brigadier with her chin almost resting on the Brigadier’s chest. My wife’s lovely firm and ample bosoms pressed onto the Brigadier’s face. I got up, touched the Brigadier’s hand. It was hot. I switched off the lights and sat on the sofa resting by the back of the sofa. I could still see them in dull light.I decided to pretend to fall asleep and wanted to see if something happened. Nothing happened for a while as all were asleep. After some time, I sensed that the Brigadier. He slobbers all over it, getting it wet so that his lips will slide back and forth over it with the greatest of ease. The heat that comes from it is unreal, like a loaf of bread fresh from the oven.Marshall mashes his head against the altar, pushing his straining lips as far down as they will go. He sucks on it hard, trying to draw more length in. It slips down his throat, making him gag and gurgle on it. He gags so loudly that it sounds like he is being strangled. And just when he thinks that. Lisa arrived early: wearing a pewter color, latex micro-miniskirt, corset-top and a matching laced and heavily boned pewter and black, latex posture collar. Her legs were encased in a beautiful pair of crotch-high, black vinyl boots with platforms that were nearly 4 inches high, resulting in almost 9- inch tall heels. To keep her occupied, she wore pink latex dildo-panties, with both of her holes nicely and fully plugged. Lisa had also brought with her a matching arm-binder with shoulder.