Almost as quickly as it had begun, Elizabeth broke the kiss and addressed the familiar who was waiting patiently for his next command. ‘Familiar! Gi...e Lucy’s pussy a good tongue-fucking!’ ‘As you wish, Miss Elizabeth.’ Lucy’s expression couldn’t have been more similar to a deer caught in headlights. ‘N-no, I can’t,’ argued Lucy. ‘Yes you can; and if you don’t, I’ll hold you down until you comply,’ snickered Elizabeth, prodding her towards her bed. Lucy gulped. She wanted to stay innocent and. I was so aroused it was becoming painful. “Oh don’t encourage him, Beth,” my daughter wined. “You’re getting him all flustered and worked up.” “What?” Beth replied, feigning innocence. “I’m just rubbing mint lotion into my feet. It keeps my feet feeling super-soft and smelling minty-fresh all day long.” “Jesus,” I squeaked in a strangulated whisper as I felt my emotions go into sexual overdrive. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to contain myself much longer.” My face was flushed bright red. Julian wouldn’t even trust his slaves with his real name as if by some magic that trust would grant them power of some kind. The fake name that he had given her, “Sirius” meant burning in Greek. He had decided that he was to be the flame burning away all of her past self.But she didn’t catch that. Nor could she be expected to, but it was still a bit disappointing. There was something compelling about her—something precious. There was always something about each of his slaves. He felt it in his. I thought that he was done. Perhaps he had cum down my throat which is always a bit of a disappointment since I don’t get to taste it. “Did you cum?” I asked. “Not yet, you cum slut.” His cock was still rock hard and stood straight out beneath his belly. He turned around, bent over, and pulled apart his fat ass cheeks revealing a wide open rosebud that glistened with wetness.In a low growl he said, “Eat my ass, faggot.” I looked at his spreading ass cheeks and his lovely asshole. Even in those.