The scene that greeted him took his breath away and left him temporarily bereft of comprehension.April was laying face up, half on and half off of one...of the Chesterfield leather settees. She was totally naked; her pert breasts pointing at the ceiling, bathed in sweat and grunting, like a pig around its food trough. Her trembling legs were parted with her feet flat on the floor. Between her knees was a chocolate spotted Springer. His rear was firmly pressed into her groin while he stood,. " I try to focus on His words. That sounds to me like the start of a punishment lecture. "Haven't we discussed communication?" He asked. I nodded wordlessly. "And did you communicate to me how you were feeling?"I shook my head. " Why not? He asked, still tormenting my clit with the brush. "Because I was trying to please you, Master... " I manage to say."Your communication skills need work, then" He tells me. " You know you are supposed to communicate any and all relevant information to me. I'd. . that you were nice enough to let me fuck, master. I think he's a basketball player, I... ohh ... I think I recognized him ... his cock was so big and thick, I thought he'd split my pussy open, but it felt so good..." I know," Benedict said. "That was so hot, watching you with him. Taking that cock of his, so deep inside you ... and then letting his girlfriend clean out that sloppy cunt of yours after he came inside you... so hot." He put the Amazing Bartleby up on a dressing table, and then. She obediently took it off and stood there in corset, heels and stockings with that damn dildo still up her ass.He took a choke chain and leash from his pocket and put the collar on her and attached the leash then told her to kneel on the floor next to one of the sinks. He hooked the chain to a pipe of the sink and then stood back to look at her. Her long blonde hair fell forward as she looked down at the floor and he admired the way she looked. HIS slut, HIS toy...and she had dared to.