"I know you're going to make me do it. You're going to ravish me, dominate me, make me cum and cum. Oooh, your going to have your way with me." She pu...led away and stared at him, animal craving showing in her face. He recognized the fantasy so many women felt with him, but found it was turning him on more than ever before. Her lush, voluptuous flesh made him urgently passionate in an unfamiliar feeling of domination. Her effort to embrace this imagined forced contact contrasted to her elegant. He was surrounded by several naked women and a pair of stern, exceptionally burly, male escorts who were entrusted with laser guns that were strapped to their wrists and forearms. Xerxes was also built well and showed no evidence that he was now living well into his second century. Even the unhealthy consequences of a life such as his that was dedicated to every conceivable species of debauchery and perversion—to which the bruised and battered body of a prostitute lying on the patio with her. The gel had helped, but I still found myself trying to rub an already very raw area.I compromised, avoiding my pinker than usual labia and just filling my pussy with two fingers. I wriggled against my canal walls until my juices were flowing hard and then only using the pad of one finger to pressure my clit until I spasmed my release. I mewled with joy and let myself succumb to my pleasure.After I recovered, I donned jeans and a tee and headed outside to the balcony."Hi"I looked around me for. Delia shrugged, still not sure how to answer. After all, it wasn’t every day any offered to be a house slave.“A slave, Delia? I mean, I’m all for having her suck my, you know, but what the fuck? I’m not a dom and you’re not a dominatrix.”Delia felt herself on the defensive. “How do you know, if you haven’t tried? And how do you know I’m not a dominatrix? Maybe I could be.”She looked away from his stare and rearranged her silverware.“Are you serious right now? God sake, Delia. Get real. You, a.