I could see her eyes devouring the guy's big, hard cock as it swung out in front of him. He piled a number of pillows on the bed and told her to lie f...ce down with the pillows under her hips so that her ass was raised nicely for a belting."Spread your arms and legs so I can get these straps fastened on them", the guy instructed.Margie unhesitatingly did as she was told and I helped buckle up the leather straps so that she was spread eagled and helpless."Nice ass", the guy commented as he took. M. with the Cisco Kid's daughter."Martha said, "Who won the contest? You didn't even tell me."I said, "Some guy named Maury."Martha said, "This Maury must be very good." Not that good," I said, and I swallowed. "It was political."Martha said, "Politics? In a teenage drama club?"I shrugged. "That's what I'm told." I was ready for a change of subject. I asked Ronnie, "How was your date?"She shrugged, too. "The wheels of the chariots of the gods are not round, and they move slowly." She took a sip. One session was dedicated to practicing curtsying. Mrs Danbury had brought another mannequin figure into the servant’s hall and each of us were required to walk up and curtsy to it while she critiqued our performance.“No, Meakin bend you leg and raise the hem of your skirt at the same time. And lower your head. It’s supposed to be a sign of respect, of acceptance of your lower status. You’re not supposed to be grinning like some idiot. Bryony? Heavens sake! That was even worse!”She kept us at. Her pussy drenching the hand that was hooked into her G-Spot. She saw stars as she mumbled unintelligibly. She forced his head from between her legs and she heaved gulping breaths of air. For quite a few minutes she lay trembling as her breath began to slow back to a normal state. “Fuck, where did you learn to do that,” she finally asked. “My ex-wife was always on meds that lowered her blood pressure so it took some pretty vigorous skills to make her cum.” Angie’s eyes widened as he.