Yet, somehow I had to learn to use this sword or be destroyed by it.One tendril unwrapped from my arms, waving in the air, as it sniffing out a scent....Get back in there!" I ordered, then regretted opening my mouth, as all the Poets around me turned and stared... jaws dropped. "Everything is under control, continue healing. This battle isn't lost yet!"The tendril stretched thinner, longer, following its unknown scent toward Rowann's old camp. It ignored my mental commands completely."What is it. There was no time to analyse that thought, as Greg, lying on his side beside me, lifted my knee and hooked my leg over his thigh. I felt his cock pressing against the wetness of my pussy."Go on...please."Feeling him enter me was another liberating moment in my journey of discovery. I was still coming down from my orgasm and the sensation of his cock inside promoted me to want more. Greg was studying my face, our eyes fixed on each other as he moved his cock very slowly.His fingers explored my. He rubbed it against her face, dragging it along her cheek before pressing it against her lips. She opened her mouth and he pushed right in. He continued pushing until he was fully inserted in her mouth and slipping into her throat.As the first guy was working his way into Brea’s mouth, the second guy moved up behind her and started playing with the plug in her ass. He was slowly pulling it partway out before pushing it back in. He continued to tease her but also slipped his cock into her pussy. "I crawled over and started licking up and down her cock. She said, "Slave, deep throat my cock." I tried to take as much as I could but gagged on it.She said, "Lick it good because it is going up your ass."I licked that cock like it was a Popsicle trying to make it as wet as possible. Mistress then grabbed my leash and led me over to what I kneeled on earlier, but didn't know what it was at the time, a brand new spanking bench in red leather. Mistress led me over to the spanking bench, forced.