Or maybe just black from all the bruised capillaries in his balls. I want him to come back as soon as he heals up. Make sure he leaves here every happ....”When Layla left the room, Andrée walked up to me and stood seductively close to me. Since my legs were spread, my head came right to the height of her bra. My arms were bound above my head, so I couldn’t touch her. But, even in my exhausted and beaten shape, I found her extremely desirable.“I loved seeing Layla kick your balls like that,”. Adrian gave me an exasperated look as he continued to make his point about safety on the streets of the most dangerous city in the Western Hemisphere, if not the world.I touched Sylvia’s upper arm and told her I would meet them at the corner. I turned and felt like I was nearly sashaying across the crowded courtyard and down the couple steps to the expansive sidewalk. The beautiful day added to the feeling of elegance in the way I was feeling about myself. The clothes Sylvia had me wearing in. The twin taboos of being with another girl, and that girl being my own daughter filled me with a perverse pleasure, fueling my orgasm. Even as my breathing started to return to normal, I still held her head in place. And she continued to lick, though she lapped between my slick thighs, and not my lips. She was going to become a very accomplished cunt-licker. I was going to make sure of it. I released her head, her face coming away from my crotch, her heavy breathing still sending sensual chills. My hands rested on my thighs with my palms upturned, my head bowed and my eyes on the floor. “What is the purpose of your existence, Slave?” he asked me. “To obey you, Master.” I replied. “Kneel up and lower your head.” He ordered. I did so and he told me to hold my hair up. When I did Master leant forward and fastened the beautiful silver chain, bearing his initial, around my neck. “This chain signals my ownership of you. You now belong to me and you will obey me at all times, without.