?The woman groans and begins crying with snivels and gasps. Vladimir grins as well and reaches out his hand. I pass him the dancer’s severed bra and...watch as he turns it over, looking for the tag as if studying a precious stamp. When he finds it, he whistles sharply.?Well, well, it’s a 32 G,? he says. Looking up at the blindfolded bitch bound before him, he adds, ?Is that the secret you’re keeping? Did you want to tell us you’ve got melon-sized tits??P- P- PLEASE STOP??My? They? It hurts!?What. ’ She smacked my ass as I started down the stairs. ‘And if I get punished again because of you I’ll make you pay. You remember that.’ The house was freezing in the morning. Goosebumps sprung up all over my body as I made my way to Master’s office. ‘Simon, that was uncalled for last night.’ Even though she whispered, I could tell Mistress was upset. I stood outside the closed door, not wanting to intrude. ‘It was called for Alys. You are far too attached to Tristan. He’s a pet, dear. A servant.’. I moaned, not expecting to get this sort of service tonight. He unsheathed my head and wrapped his hot lips around it, tracing the underside of my cock with his tongue while massaging my balls. I was ready to explode right there, but he must have sensed it because he pulled back and mounted me, rubbing our cocks against each other, lubing himself with his own saliva. As he pleasured his sissy cock on mine, I looked over at the two tops standing by, stroking, then bade them come. Their hard. On the way, she called out. “I’ve got a pressie for you darling, you’ve been so kind to us.” When she arrived back with a glass of water and the box and sat opposite, I was mystified and told her. The darling term was a norm between the ladies of the group and us men, so that didn’t need any questioning or puzzlement.“I know you and Brian are always ogling the girls at the shows. He tells me all about it, like you do with Cori...” “No for Christs sake, I don’t tell Corinne.” I strongly.