The thought was pushed from her mind as he knelt before her, shuddering as his kisses covered her taut stomach, his tongue teasing into her navel play...ully, dipping into her like his fingers in her pussy on the car ride up. She let out a throaty giggle as he pressed his nose against her mound, his lips against her smoothness, his rough tongue lapping maddeningly slowly against at her cunt until she wanted to scream with frustration. “Hurry?” A moan, born of so much longing, so much need,. Secret panels and a secret passage, the whole concept intrigued her. And as she pulled a lamp from one of the end tables by the bed and plugged it into a wall socket near the closet, she realized why the heroines in all those Gothic adventures never faltered in exploring such discoveries--plain, simple curiosity.That same curiosity now took hold of her. However, she wasn't about to make the same foolish mistakes ineptly made by the dumb broads of the late night movies. Placing the lamp on the. Among the slaves kneeling all over the room included the girl that had cleaned Karls fingers in the entryway. She had a cruel look of satisfaction on her face as she watched Amethyst kneeling so helplessly bound and would revel in her debasement tonight. The members had not started using the slaves yet, wanting to focus their attention on Amethyst, but soon enough, the calls for slaves would ring out and girls would rush over and do what was required. A lot of the men liked to have their cocks. She screamed, “Ethan!” in pretend outrage, drawing the attention of a few people on the beach.She made me smile so damned hard.But, at some point, Rory changed. It started in her exquisite, captivating eyes; a strange expression I hadn’t seen before. She stopped playing, floated, not smiling, and watched me, flecks of pure 24 karat gold caught in the late afternoon light.She circled me as I floated as if corralling me, then came closer.In a very quiet voice, she said, “I think you should know,.