She hadn’t lost that ability to quickly understand my intentions. “I screamed, Master. I did wrong. Your slaves don’t scream unless instructed t...….” The first strike opened up a velvet stripe from her right soldier to her left ass cheek. She didn’t scream. Good. The second made a veritable x across her virgin flesh. She held it in. The third broke her. The six bits of rawhide bit into the base of her neck and opened a perfect centimeter stripe down to her asshole. As she screamed, the buttplug. I had no chance to look around as Mary faced me and we were kissing with even more intensity than in the kitchen, our bodies completely unfettered by clothing. A groan of pleasure rumbled in my chest and I felt her responding chuckle through the softness of her breasts. We stumbled our way to the bed, almost falling on to it in our eagerness. Side by side, our hands, mouths were everywhere they could reach. My knee nudged between her legs and meeting no resistance, I rolled her onto her back. Susannah moves her head just slightly in answer to Robyn’s question, an approximation of a nod that only someone who knows her as intimately as Robyn would recognize. She’s too exhausted to do anything else. Her mind drifts on the edge of sleep, memory and awareness blurring until she’s not sure whether she’s dreaming. She remembers saying to Robyn, ‘We should try it. Just as a clinical experiment. After all, if you’re right and everyone’s overestimating the effects the hormones have, it won’t. It's so hungry for contact. It's been a long time since you allowed anyone to touch you."It had, Jack thought sadly. Her soft hands kneading away his aches were like water to a man lost in a desert."It's a special talent of my kind," the succubus said. "The only pleasure we feel is that which we instil in others." You don't feel your own pleasure?" Jack said. "That sounds sad." It isn't," Nicole said, walking down his spine on feather-light fingers. "The pleasure you feel now, I feel it too and.