I took particular delight in her screams. Long ago they’d been reduced to babbling cries. Her fingernails, painted Champaign red, curled achingly fo... the straps. She couldn’t reach them and she couldn’t close her legs. She couldn’t lift her hips off the pallet to apply more pressure to the cybersonic torture tool, and she couldn’t escape its constant message.Twenty minutes later and poor Dominika was hysterical. Her body convulsed from the effects of a dozen forced orgasms, each more painful. Gemma, on the other hand, was a close friend, and it was important to let her have that experience.As Catherine and Gemma both listened to the sniffles made by both Mary and Jane, Catherine ordered, “Right, you two naughty maids, you can get up and go to the bathroom and wash your faces. You don’t need to get dressed until you come back downstairs.”Catherine and Gemma both smiled at each other as they watched the two sniffling maids push themselves upwards, turn and curtsy, and then almost. I took a break from sucking Frank to look down. I should have been shocked, but oddly wasnt, to see a German Sheppard licking me with Jen reaching around him doing something I couldnt see. Instead of stopping it, I moaned at the intense pleasure and went back to sucking Frank. My first orgasm of the night hit in a flash as the dog licked my pussy. The dog was lapping up my cum like it couldnt get enough, his sandpaper tongue licking everywhere on my pussy. I could hear Jen and Frank talking,. It was her turn to tease, as she lightly traced her fingertips along the ridge and frenulum before moving down along the shaft, and then my balls. She continued this sweet torture as she kissed my neck and nibbled at my earlobes, sending shivers up my spine and pre-cum oozing out of my “eye-slit.” Mirroring her reaction, I slowly started grinding my hips. “Sweetheart,” she whispered, “I know how much you love our foreplay, but I really need you in me, now. Can we skip it for now? I promise.