Finally the bell seemed to have stopped and she found the silence worse. After another half hour of waiting she heard footsteps coming towards her. Th...re were other people in the house. “What if it’s not mistress?” She thought desperately. She tried to move her tied hands to cover her stiff nipples but could not and then it was too late. Someone entered the room. It was Mistress Vera, and she smiled to see the fear on the face of her slave. This psychological part of the punishment would be a. Now!!!!"...I look up at you as you continue to rub my hard shaft with your hands...I bend back and give your clit a long lick and suck and then roll onto my back and pull you over onto me.I move one of your legs on either side of me and slowly start to lower you onto me until the tip of my shaft is just about to enter you. I take hold of it and rub the tip over your clit for a while as you moan and moan as say " go deep inside me now".I then slowly let you slide down onto me. I feel you. "Later," Lani finished. "There are other ways of talking." To prove her point, she pressed her body against his as her fingers moved to unbutton his shirt. Dom growled and rolled over so that she was underneath him, kissing her deeply and reaching down for the edge of her shirt. She laughed as he tickled her sides and at the sound, he felt a heaviness he hadn't known he was carrying suddenly dissipate. He pulled back to look at her, tracing his finger over her face. "What?" she asked, curious.. In fact, we don't have many visitors at all. Gomorrah's a kind of international pariah. I don't believe it has very many foreign friends at all." Why's that? Is it a horrible regime like Buggery?" wondered Tracey."Well, in fact it's a democracy. And quite a free democracy. But women aren't allowed to vote, and whichever government comes in seems to compete with each other to maintain the state of sexual apartheid which distinguishes this country." Sexual apartheid?" queried Tracey who'd never.