She even tried to please her Mistress, crawling to her bed first thing in the morning: she knew if Miss Westlake woke up with her slave’s tongue in ...er pussy, there would hardly be any punishments during the day.Her own bed was on the floor, of course: naked and collared, she was always chained to the bedpost at nights, and she was lucky if she didn’t have her wrists handcuffed behind her. During the day she had to remain on her knees most of the time, while Miss Westlake was busy with. The woman’s vagina was still smacking from the orgasmic contractions. Clara expelled the limp penis from her lips and as quickly as a wolf that was about to pounce on its prey, she lunged at me. I stepped back in surprise and sensed a little fear. I wanted this to happen but I was caught off guard by Clara’s aggressiveness. Before I could react to Clara’s advancements her strong body was wrapped around me. She pulled me on to my back and looked me in the eye. “Now you are mine!” she roared. Magatrix the Magnificent, via the use of real magic,has elected to sidestep the spirit of the outdatedcodicil by asking for male volunteers from theaudience to come up and join her on stage, whereuponshe magically transforms the unsuspecting gentlemeninto her lovely female stage assistants. Normally, Magatrix restores these magicallyfeminized volunteer assistants of hers to theirformer manly physiques at the completion of her act.However, for reasons known only to herself, uponoccasion,. It is only for Daddy to do, when he wishes. Or not. I just try to remain very still and try to keep my legs from shaking, and hope that it will last a little longer.A quick breather to ready myself for the next activity was allowed. I checked myself and found a handful of very profuse pussy juice."Oh goodness!" I showed Daddy the wetness on my fingers and pussy, and I believe it complimented him highly to know that he would always have that effect, on me. He took close up photos of the wetness.