I cupped my hand around the match as I lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. "Do you mind if I bum a cigarette?" I heard someone say as they walked ...p to me. It comes with the territory. Whenever you smoke someone is bound to walk up and ask. I was slightly annoyed but when I looked up it was him--the ass guy. I fumbled with the pack, tapped it and he took the proffered gift. He smiled and rested the unlit cig on his lower lip. It dangled there. I took a drag from mine before I handed it over. I wish to finish my meal without having something disgusting in front of me.? The accountant slave cried and screamed for mercy, but crawled away to await his fate. The Mistress finished her meal and relaxed by having a slave lick her spiked boot soles. After a few minutes of that, the Mistress ground her boot sole slowly on the slave’s face. A few swipes turned the slave’s face to pulp then the Mistress applied enough pressure to crush the slave’s head into a bloody mass of brain matter,. I exited my body for a short time, taking in the soft high. I came down quickly when I felt him cum into the plastic barrier between us but my hips were still rocking against him. ‘Don’t move.’ I whispered, savoring the feeling of him softening inside me while my body attempted to reach for another high. ‘Okay’ I said, tapping his shoulder. He obeyed and pulled out, holding the condom in place as he went. I instantly felt the emptiness as he walked to the bathroom and my monster of desire. She was no fucking dyke. What Sweetness got up to with women was nothing for her to get worried about. And at least Faith had a tongue which she could use unlike the Sodomite pilgrims who’d even had their vaginas sewn together. Faith’s vagina was as open as her legs, her tongue was as probing as her fingers, and her passion was at least as great as Sweetness’. Sharon sat in the sofa as the two girls writhed and hugged and cuddled and grappled on Faith’s thin carpet. Sweetness’ tongue nibbling.