The child struggled and fought Antoinette with the strength of madness, all the while screaming that her father was not dead. She had also cursed Anto...nette, using language that shocked the woman."Where she heard such things, I have no idea. I know that Gustave never used such words."She shook her head sadly.The child seemed to emerge from the spell that held her in its grasp after she had been at the opera house for several months. She would on occasion, seem to slip back into a silent. I opened my lips and began totake the shaft into my mouth, feeling it working its way down my throatbefore I let it slide right back across my pouting, red, cocksuckinglips."Ohh, that's a good little whore," the big guy moaned as I went down onhis erect manhood, "Suck me good, my little slut."I had gone from virgin to cocksucking slut very quickly the other day andgained as much blowjob experience in one afternoon as some girls do inyears. However, I had never yet taken more than one cock at. He took the opportunity to kiss my neck, letting his lips slowly trail from just below my ear down towards the nape of my neck. As mad as I was, my neck was the one weakness I had. I let out a small moan as he started back up my neck again, until he was kissing me lightly on the lips. His hand was caressing my left breast as his mouth worked its down to my right nipple. I could feel his tongue lightly flicking across it and then he was lightly biting my nipple. My back arched in response. His. It seemed to keep going with each stroke of the rod and thrust of the plug, more cum leaking from her dainty pink cage with each pulse. “I think you’ve got a pain slut on your hands,” Countess mocked, digging a large needleless syringe from a nearby box, “Now you know how to get the little bitch off without touching her boy bits.” Master Steven released the sissy and tossed her clothes on her still-shaking body. “See you soon, sweet Candi,” he said, blowing her a kiss as he left through a back.