To become a 'trophy' of the Mistress sounded ominous, even if none of the slaves yet knew what that meant exactly. One thing they did know was their M...ster and Mistress's capacity for cruelty, matched only by the darkest of imaginations. It was a thing none of them wished to know any better than they already did.So it was with a surge of relief that Allen and Humar watched as Chris finally began to lose control. His testicles flew back and forth in frenzied violence as he pounded himself into. She was already very wet. I took the big glass butt plug and put it in her wet vagina to use her juices as lube before placing the plug where it was supposed to be placed.After a short while of stretching her butthole the plug slid in and fixed in place. She moaned loudly.I started rubbing my cock against her clit occasionally lubricating it by sticking its head inside her dripping wet cunt. I went all in several times and pulled out. Walked to the other side of the table and put my cock on her. Vicky still had her hand closed around Bob’s cock; Celeste reached out to stroke it and Vicky swatted her away. “Not yet,” she whispered. “You’ll get your chance.” Standing up, Vicky slipped out of her heels and wriggled her mini-dress up her hips to expose her freshly shaved pussy. Working with infinite care, she climbed on top of Bob’s chair and – facing his legs – straddled his stomach, settled to her knees and then moved down until the base of his shaft pressed into the silky cleft of her. I moved between your legs, looking down at your cunt. "But if a little lube is good, a little bit more lube is better, right?" Yes, Sir!"I passed the plug lightly up and down your cunt slit between the lips several times .... slowly .... exerting a little more pressure on your cunt with each pass ... until finally easing the plug into your wet vagina. I twisted and turned the plug as I slowly pistoned it in and out of you, and after very few strokes the plug's surface glistened with cunt.