.. oh you will!“ She paused, hands jutting hips. Her short gown of black , edged with gold, shimmered before my eyes, catching the light from above....Her high-heeled, golden boots gleamed.„Meanwhile,“ she resumed, „I am going to teach you that you are truly my slave and that your previous status does not merit you any preferential treatment. Rather the contrary.“I heard myself whimper. Oh dear gods, what was she going to do to me? Have done to me?„Can you guess what is going to happen now,. My tongue slipped inside her vagina, taunting her as I moved my tongue in every gentle and slow way I could, taking my time to test certain areas and apply pressure at just the right moment. I moved my tongue against the start of her G spot and she bucked pressing against my face and I greedily pushed back pushing my tongue deeper and flicking it within her. She moaned and clamped her legs against my head keeping me at my place and my tongue within her. Her moist warmth tasted good to me and I. The music paused and the dancer was directly across from me as she stopped. She wasn’t breathing hard, which was a surprise because she was certainly working hard. I got my first good look at her. She was about my height and in phenomenal shape. Blonde, nearly white hair, her skin was so white it was nearly translucent. Her body was a bit curvier than my thin shape, but it was amazing. She was wearing a bright white leotard and a dancer’s skirt that almost seemed to glow under the lights. Just. Tha-thank you… she murmurs with difficulty. For what? he prompts. For… cleaning me out…? her voice sounds quizzical. Thats right whore, but theres more. I want to say thank you for not making me eat my own shit… because thats what it comes down to. Rachels face looks even more disgusted, but she manages to choke out thank you… for not ma-making me… eat my… own sh-shit… and feels that hot flush coming back with her humiliation. Good piggy he smirks. Im hungry… Im going to go grab something.