Er... breast... did not pierce any vital organs; however, she did sustain hairline fractures in her left arm and shoulder from impact with the marble ...loor of the room.” He swallowed before finishing. “During her struggle with the assassin.”As he turned to the last card, the scene played out in his head again. La Contessa stepping forward, the cart crashing into the support column, a flash brighter than any of the camera flashes, everyone turning.Except him. The assassin. Everyone else heard. I didn't know how much longer I could stand this. More sweet, perverse nectar washed over my senses. I could smell my horniness in the air, as I'm sure Mistress did as well. It was erotic and humiliating at the same time. Mistress seemed to know exactly what she was doing. And I would have done anything for her. "I love watching you like this, my pet," she said, sweetly, pushing her slick finger deeper inside me. "I love watching you get hot and excited while sampling your own naughty cunt." I. She had lost her lover, her house, and her past all in one night. John held her and swayed slightly. The slight rocking motion calmed her down.It took a while, but she finally collected herself. She stepped back and sat down. John handed her the box of tissues from the table. She blew her nose, wiped her eyes, and tried to collect herself. Her makeup had run. She sniffed as she said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to break down like that.”“No problem,” John replied. He asked, “Are you feeling. There was one final act of humiliation I wanted to subject Parimala to. I pulled a pillow and kept it under her buttocks. I climbed in between her open legs and started to rub her wet cunt with mine ooooh, my darling ahh it feels so good ahhhhhh and I moaned. I started banging her cunt on mine moving up and down, up and down like a man fucking, but it was my cunt that was slamming down on hers and it felt fantastic. I was on fire and I rode her hard and fast, harder, harder, faster. The bed was.