She toed the bowl under his nose as he lay, prostrate and trembling at her feet."You should be ashamed of yourself. Two months in your cage and that i... the best you can do? Lick he bowl clean and prepare for at least one hundred strokes; you've let all these women down again, so they will demand satisfaction." Some of the more vicious looking women looked sternly down at him and moved closer to the bench, flexing their canes and crops. The gimp had been a popular attraction at the women's. He searched out my satin-covered breasts and placed his hands upon them. He held on to me as I slowly took his entire length into my mouth and swirled my tongue around him. I pulled back and asked him if he was all right. ‘Does that feel good?’ ‘Yes.’ I wanted to take my time. I wanted to bring him to the edge and not let him over. I made my hand into a fist and pumped him while I focused the attentions of my mouth on just his head. My other hand searched out his. We held hands tightly while I. " Cherrill gasped, unable to form words because of the pain in her guts. "My gift ... to ... Yoooaaaaaahhhhhh!" She screamed as Ric buried his cock-sword in her as far as it would go. With each stroke, it became longer. This last stroke pierced through her belly just under her navel and sliced upward, cutting into her hard navel and causing a small river of blood that flowed down her sides.Savage, raw emotion raged outward from Ric's mind and into her's, matching the painful agony in her body. She gave me a light kiss on my lips. We kissed and it turned passionate.Her tongue darted into my mouth.My tongue darted into her mouth.I decided to spice it up a bit. I brought my mouth over to her left hear. “Is Kassey a slut?” I whispered into her ear then I started sucking on her left ear lobe.“Yes, I’m a slut,” she moaned out and loved her ear lobe being sucked on.“Good, I love sluts,” I whispered into her ear.“I’m a nasty slut,” Kassey replied a little louder.While we danced, I moved.