She also found, beside her bowl, a glass of water with a straw, with which she gladly used to wash down her salad with.Cassandra desperately wanted to...whisper something to her sister, but her fears of pain kept her as silent as if she were wearing a gag. The table was silent save for some clinks and slurps. She realized that her vibe had been turned down to a low purr, probably as she was riding out her last orgasm."Slave one, did you have an orgasm?" the man asked."Yes, Master," Cassandra. “Oh and wash your skanky cunt already. You smell like you were fucking in a pile of horse shit,” I told her.She was still standing with her tank top up and panties down around one ankle only now she was staring at me in shock. I then took t a quick look at her pussy. At first I thought she shaved it unlit I saw a random patch scraggly hairs at the top which made her look a lot less developed. She must have had the rest waxed or maybe lased. I made sure she saw my dick was limp as I turned to. Just...I want to ride you," she panted.Mickey nodded, pulling out of her. She slowly straightened herself up, a focused expression on her face. She nodded to the chair beside him, and he sat himself down, glad in a way to rest for a moment.Without a word, she straddled him and sunk her pussy over his cock. He grunted as she started to rock her hips, grinding herself against him. She was smiling again. "Mmmmm how does that feel?" Fucking awesome," he panted, closing his eyes and thinking how. ." Anna-Brooks said with genuine worry in her voice. Before I even had a chance to think about the words, I said "Answer it." Anna-Brooks stared at me blankly. "What?" I wasn't sure where that came from but I wanted her to answer it with my fat, leaking, semi-erect donger right in her face. "Answer it, Anna-Brooks." A small, wicked smile began to form at the corner of her mouth. She pressed 'accept' and put the phone to her ear. As her boyfriend spoke to her, Anna-Brooks realized how much she.