Suck my dick!” his words were harsh but the way he shoved himself back into my mouth was ever harsher….and I fucking loved it!His hand roughly gra...bed my hair, pumping his entire length down my throat. I would choke or gag and he seemed to feed off of that. In no time I felt my own spit dripping from my face and no doubt soaking my nightie.“Oh fuck! I can’t wait any longer! I have to fuck you!” he growled at me and pulled himself out of my mouth. I didn’t have time to react before he pulled me. He was holding my thigh with one hand and the other hand he has gripping my throat from behind me. When he was about to cum he pulled out and shot cum all over my sleeping body. How could I not wake up for this? I was so excited and disappointed at the same time. I loved it but wanted so bad to be awake and enjoy all the things he was doing to me.At this point I was eager as I wanted to taste his cock and enjoy swallowing all of his cum. I wanted to slide my tongue up and down all over his. That was in itself strange because Ling usually did the organising herself. I was told that the movie plot involved a young woman who had come for a massage. I was to provide the massage and fuck her on the massage table.When I arrived at the studio, I found the place in darkness with just Ling's assistant Monica there to greet me."Change of venue" she explained as we walked out of the building and around the corner into another building. We took the lift to the 3rd floor where I found Ling and. Lord Braselton, with Anna beside him, was seated across the simple table from the first prisoner. After Lord Braselton asked him his name and he refused to answer, I started chanting. A moment later, Anna looked at me, trying not to smile, then she turned to Lord Braselton.“His birth name was Timour, born 1941 in a village outside Kansk. When his parents died of fever and starvation during the terrible winter of 1942, he was placed in an orphanage for two years before he was adopted by Vitaly.