Vicky wasn't around so I checked my cell to see if she left me a message. There wasn't one so I waited a few minutes and then gave her a call. She did...'t answer so I left her a message telling her I was in the cafeteria if she was walking over or if not I would see her after practice at the cafeteria again.I had a fast lunch while reading the defensive schemes again in the playbook. My cell rang and I saw it was Vicky so I picked it up and said "Hi Vicky, how are you doing?" Hi Michael, I'm ok,. Her late husband loved her in this dress and there were many times when she would be on her hands and knees, deep in cleaning when Ted would sneak up on her. He would lift the dress and pull her panties to one side and then spear his cock deep into her pussy.She trembled at the memory of how her husband used to thrill her to the tips of her toes. Her mind wandering, she thrust her ass upward and moved a hand between her thighs. Her panties were damp with lust and she moaned softly, thinking of. All three had burlap sacks pulled over their heads, obscuring their faces, and where bound and leashed by the wrists, being lead by one of the massive guardsmen.Abruptly Colette realized that the large ring on one of the lady’s hands was actually a heavy golden signet ring, bearing the three trees of House Nessane. She hesitated, the realizing dawning on her that one of these women- the king’s prisoners, crudely bound and hooded like a common criminal- was the high lady of one of the Capital’s. Another strike, and another scream, but she recoils more this time. A third whip connects with her wetness and I hear her sobbing through the gag. I might feel pity for her, if she had done for me once. As it is, I am convinced she is getting a lesson in karma.I clamber back onto the table and taste her wet spot, making her cringe slightly. It tastes amazing, and the smell is almost intoxicating. I hoist myself onto my knees and place the tip at her entrance. I push slightly to tease her,.