“Yes my master. Madame is in the ‘Red Room of Restraint’. Shall I return at the usual time?” The Count nodded and smiled at his trusted servan... as he pushed the thick wooden door open, his cock already swelling in anticipation of the fun to come. Jean loved the Red Room of Restraint. He pushed the door closed and heard it being locked by his trusted servant Ugolin. He heard the shuffling steps as Ugolin ascended the steep stairs in the slow irregular swinging gait of a hunchback. The Count. He could see the hard nipple formed inside the bra.He moved his fingers to feel every inch of the boobs from over the bra. He even pinched those lovely hard nipples. Then he took her help to unhook the bra, as he wasn’t aware of how to do so. She happily helped him. Now, she was sitting on chair, with just wet panty. Salahuddin was between her legs, on his knees, facing towards her lovely body. His head was very close to her boobs. She could feel his breath and he could hear her heart beat. He. ." Her " rescuer" moaned and his jaw fellslack, then a tiny drop of drool formed in the corner of his mouth as he feltas if he were actually falling into Evilena's green,mesmerizing gaze. Seldom hadanyone fallen under her control so quickly. " I'mgoing to give you a phrase that will immediately put you into a deep, helplesshypnotic spell whenever you hear me and only me say it." She reachedout and put her hand on his shoulder and pushed. "Obey Evilena."The gentle touch of her hand on his. I could sense your fingers, dancing right below where my panties were, not quite touching me. I began to lift my hips back, trying to press myself against your hand, but you used the hand around my neck to place a sharp slap against my face. “Do not move” you said, sternly. I moved my hips back to where they were before, my eyes looking to the ground. Your hand slid back around my throat and you replaced the pressure of your fingers around it. Your hand felt cool against the heat of my neck,.