“Shall I stop?”“No, no, just wait a second, don’t move.” Panting hard.Her breathing quietened down after a moment.“Again?” She nodded he... head“Let me know when to stop, ok” Another nod. I gently pushed again, her cunt maybe taking another inch.“Oo, oh, it’s ok” I pushed a bit more, maybe another inch inside her tight cunt. It did feel good, almost as good as some of my wanks.Then I couldn’t go any further, It felt like I hit something, like a wall but soft. Then it went.“OWWWWW!! Stop, stop.”. We were a bit frightened, but as we were 3 of us we did not bother. All this was planned on the email itself. So it was ok.As he neared us he stopped and we also stopped about 10 feet away from him. We were seeing each other and all our eyes were glued seeing his penis , which he was pressing with his hand and was making it bigger and bigger. Slowly he asked “Is it ok”. We were all watching and happy that our fantasy was becoming reality. This was the first time all 3 of us are watching a penis. "Stop whining and go through into the next room," said the doctor in agravelly voice. "Ilona, you know what to do." This was to the guard, whonodded and escorted me through a door and into what was evidently somekind of surgery. Even in the few steps this took, I could feel my limbsbecome heavy as whatever drug had been injected into me took hold.I was led into the centre of the room and then told to stand still as theguard unbuckled my belt, then unzipped the cocktail dress and lifted itover. The handsome master said that he would put the threeslaves in the glory hole room so he couldn't tell whichslave was which. He would get a blow job from each ofthe girls. The one who gave the best blow job wouldwin.Then the master picked the slave girls he wanted andthey were led off to the glory hole room. Karen wasnot picked. Karen was heartbroken. She knew that sheprobablly wouldn't be picked since she was such a naffgirl. In her heart she so desperatly wanted to be thehandsome masters.