" Certainly, madam."My very own Lolita quietly returned to her ministrations. _ The high-speed launch transer from Marco Polo Airport to the start o... the Grand Canal is always an electrifying experience, with the approaches made doubly exciting as dusk falls on the city. The dome of St Mark's Basilica was bathed in crimson light.Neither did our canal-side apartment atop a faded seventeenth century palazzo disappoint, although one could hardly have described its amenities as twenty-first. Mila was good, she found my special places almost immediately and, unlike in other circumstances, each silent prayer was quickly answered. I felt Jenneke rise up, her knees pressing against my sides. Mila touched me with a finger tip, deep inside me and simply flung me into outer space. Screams, now, were loud enough cause the sparrows in the branches above me to flee. Mila was unrelenting. Whimpers and moans a plenty as I felt the second wave about to strike. I was oblivious to everything. The challenge then becomes if he can make a date with her before he makes me cum, then the date goes ahead. Otherwise, she gets dropped like a bad habit.And then when date night occurs, I remain involved. I won’t dictate everything to him, but I do help him pick out his outfit and such. And the last thing he gets before leaving the house is half a blowjob. I pull it out, stroke it, tease it until it's hard, and then slowly, gently and tenderly, I suck on it, my eyes never leave his. He may be. Becky sat beside her sister and ordered, “Get up on your knees slave; you’re not a cow anymore.”“Yes,” said Brigitte, “by our supreme blessing, we have changed you from a cow into a slave boy; thank us slave boy.”I rose to my knees, although the rope around my neck wouldn’t let me rise completely, and thanked them, “Thank you Mistresses Brigitte and Becky for making me a slave boy.” My knees burnt from the weight of my kneeling body and the biting gravel.Brigitte smiled down at me and said,.