Not because I wanted something pretty to look atheck, Im too old for her, anywaybut because of her expertise in homicide. Shes solved more cases in ha...f a year than I did in a year when I was just starting outbefore I joined the FBI. But then things between us got a bit intense and she kissed me. She ACTUALLY kissed ME. I dont know how or WHY but the only thing I ever did was give her advise on men as well as music that would calm her. But all I can think of now is her malicious curves, those. While I beat and torture my other slaves quite often, my sadism is not yet fulfilled. I need to know that one slave exists only to suffer for me. I want to know that at all times one helpless male is undergoing near constant agony and is allowed no pleasure of any kind. I have chosen you to fill that need for me, slave. And so, you are going to be kept in this cell forever. Since you are 12 years older than I am, it is unlikely that I will die first, but if I do, my apprentice Mistress who will. She picked herself up and spun around, still on top of Christina’s body. I watched their beautiful breasts mash together as the weight of Sheri’s body pressed onto Christina’s. Sheri lifted her ass enough so I could enter her from behind. She moaned as I shoved myself inside of her. I watched as Christina wrapped her arms around Sheri and moved her hands down to her ass. Christina squeezed her ass cheeks as my dick pushed as deep inside of Sheri as I could. The site before me was fantastic.. My scalp tingling from the grip she retained on my hair. Her hand now flat on my heated flesh, slowly massaging my glowing buns. Then her long, slender fingers slid between my legs, I held my breath for an instant as she probed and explored, exhaling only when yet another exclamation rent the air, "You slut. You're actually wet from that. That spanking was getting you off. Wasn't it!"I wriggled a little in embarrassment, the undeniable truth being that she was right. I was well on the way.