“Please, Mistress, I beg you.” “Alright, Slave, you will bring yourself to orgasm and you will cum on my shoes. I want you to know as you orgasm...that you will then have to lick my shoes clean.”She stretched both feet out towards me, her toes pointed and together. I knelt, feeling the pain in my nipples, my beaten and stretched arse, the panties in my mouth, and the hardness of my cock. I gently brought my tender cock back to the brink of orgasm and then cried out as I shot wads of thick cum. . that way, I think,” he said, pointing roughly south, “about half a mile, there’s an old bathhouse that still has a roof. That might be a good spot.”“We’ll check it out.”Shavala leaned against one of the partial buildings surrounding the courtyard, watching as the refugees from Jol’s Brook hauled away the last of the snow beasts. Twenty-one of the creatures had died, as had Fergus, and it had all been for nothing. She’d been so eager to see snow beasts for the first time—not even Meritia had. They watched as a few small knots of girls picked spots ontheir own around the large dining hall. It was so empty that nobody hadto encroach on the other groups.They talked about the day and a bit about things back home. Terrygroused about how his Dad was harping on him to stop mooning over thatboy and start looking at the girls like he is supposed to."And he thought sending you here was the way to fix that?" Julie asked."I guess," Terry forked a piece of chicken into his mouth. "I guess Iam. I must be a slut,’ she thought. ‘I should have stayed outside and the world could be watching as he fucks me.’ She trembled at the thought. ‘What’s the matter with me? Oh, oh, oh, I need him in me!’ At that precise moment, he blew gently upon her wetness and saw her clit pop free of its hooded sheath. He breathed on her again and noted the contraction of her stomach muscles. Her moaning intensified. Her fingernails were dug into the cushions so fiercely the material was close to bursting from.