..well, I guess, technically, it's more like lunchat this point... more like drunch, really" Marcia said, trying for alight tone. She gestured at the ...able like one of those high-heeled gameshow hostesses elegantly presenting a consolation prize.The cake came out perfectly, in spite of the extra wait time andmultiple re-heatings. A minor miracle, all considered. It was stillfluffy and crisp-edged.Phoebe, who was already texting someone on her cell phone, hardlybothered to look up."What is it,. And a black masquerade mask.Your cock is hard, standing so tall. You reach out to grab my calves, caressing up to my knees. You sit up, kissing my inner thigh as your mouth heads further north.But before you get too far, I put my heel up to your chest and look you in the eye. I tell you I’m in charge and that tonight’s all about me. I push you back down until you’re laying down once more.I step up alongside your torso until I’m standing on either side of your head. I step over and turn around. What she wanted was irrelevant. Her master poured the oil and her body would expel it and she would not be able to prevent either. Her master wanted her clean today and she doubt he would stop at that. She did not know how much she had swallowed by the time her master stopped pouring but she could almost feel the effect of it already. She was allowed a bit of wine to rinse her mouth but since it was dispensed the same way as the oil she did not really get a chance to appreciate any of it.. Despite all Maya's efforts to keep still, instinct immediately overwhelmed her, and her body began to buck and thrash, trying to get away from the biting agony. But there was no escape to be had, not from the hooks tearing away at her flesh, not from the vibrators chafing her very insides, and not from his rock hard cock in her ass, which felt like a red hot poker by now. She helplessly jerked and bounced in place, knowing it was only providing him more pleasure.John was in heaven. Her.