What if the head were not his head, but her head, Madelle wondered? Though she was not a Councilor, she was probably even better suited to run the Duc...y and the City of Marcelon, or at least to try for it and keep it.Lelainde slipped into her bedchamber and wordlessly shoved a blouse and breeches at her. "What are you doing?" Madelle hissed, keeping her voice low. "For the love of..." It was, she reasoned, entirely possible she was about to blaspheme, and if Lelainde was correct in what she'd. I started slowly juts by licking the top part of his dick, playing with it and swallowing his precum . I wet his dick as much as I could and sat on top of him. I took his dick and pushed it deep down inside my pussy. The pain and pleasure both were driving me crazy. I started to move up and down slowly , but in no time we both knew we wanted more. He picked me and made me sit and the couch facing down, doggy style. He took his dick and pushed it in my pussy . I couldn’t think about anything but. Claire knew exactly the strategy she would follow in both the short termto completely break the simpering sissy standing meekly and obedientlybefore her desk, and to progress her already comprehensively forwardlooking plan to keep the sissy's prolonged and constant obedience to ALLof her dominant desires and darkest whims. She knew from her experienceof the sissy male that a bizarre type of 'carrot and stick' approach wasrequired. Bizarre in that an aspect of self exposure and humiliation. But beggars can't be choosers.Adding a liberal dose of scented oil and bath salts to the bubble bath, she sank gratefully into the comforting embrace of the warm scented waters and immediately felt more relaxed. Closing her eyes, she allowed her face to slide below the surface of the warm water, remaining submerged for long seconds before surfacing.Rachel realized that she was beseeched by conflicting values and emotions. The religious ethical side of her balked at the notion of even.