"You did better than this yesterday."Yanna let go with a long, exhausted sigh. "I'm very tired, mistress," she said in a hollow voice."Did you not sle...p last night?" I was very restless, mistress," Yanna said, her gaze dropping. "I... I was quite ashamed."Hiatha raised an eyebrow. "Ashamed?"Yanna swallowed. "Yes, mistress. Of... o-of what I did. What I became."Hiatha cupped her fingers under Yanna's chin and lifted the slave's gaze to hers. A small smirk came to Hiatha's lips. "Well, Yanna, I. The sexual energy of the crowd penetrated and surrounded me like the water falling from the sky. I moaned and rubbed my breasts, my nipples hard and aching. All around him people let go to the vibe. Ella radiated heat in his arms and touched herself. He gently pushed her hands aside and replaced them with his own, cupping and rubbing her breasts. She reached behind her and pressed her hand to the bulge in his jeans. He could scarcely believe he was doing this in the middle of a crowd but he. "He smiled then sat at the side of the bed."Very good my Queen," he said putting his hand into a silver bowl at his bedside. "Now come here and bend over."His hand removed from the bowl a long sturdy sausage. The thing was a German frankfurter or bratwurst type food. A strong skinned meat in a thick cylindrical tube. The long food had been dripping with gel and the President traced the end down the crack of her ass as Rachael touched her toes her heels legs slightly apart.She knew what to do,. . CRUNCH.I cry out in pain, my voice sounding very much like Ashley's, but louderas I feel my manhood contort and crush together. I know that between mylegs is becoming that of a woman's as well, but it's hard to notice thatwhen your balls feel like they're being pulled into your body by a rustedmetal hook."Oh quit whining, you brought this on yourself," my mom calls from thekitchen."Y-you try having your aaack!" I squeal from another contortion, pullingit in more. Jennifer laughs as I try to.