Asha held up a thick leather crop in her right hand, displaying it to her bound bitch-boy. “I said, OPEN!”He didn't budge. The reckoning was swift...*WHHHHHHHHHAAAAPPPP*The business end of her crop slammed into his crotch and Ethan felt agony he didn't imagine was possible surge through his body. He belted out a yell, followed by coughs and retching. In his flailing and gasping, Asha shoved her thick, fleshy length into his gaping mouth. Her long, supple rod plowed down into his throat,. Soft waves rippled against the shores of my mind. I savored the gentle pleasure. I controlled my moans, but a large smile appeared across my lips as the scent of my cunt grew stronger, my thighs sticky with my excitement.“Oh, you little slattern!” Priestess Georgina’s outburst snapped me out of my reverie. “You just masturbated!”“Yes, Priestess,” I smiled, leaning back in my chair. “I needed that.”“Aren't you worried about your punishment?”I shook my head. I had never been directly punished in. Then she stops to put on her glasses. My legs are spread and I'm exposed and she seems to be lost as she gazes at my pussy. I feel myself getting wet. I nearly explode when she gently blows on my pussy. She copies my early gentle licks and it takes right to the edge.Margaret takes it to the next level as she begins to lick me from bum to my clit. Realizing that's what the pillow is for I explode the third time she licks my clit. She doesn't slow down, her reaction to more orgasm is to pick up. Please let me. . .? Marx pushed the cloth back into her mouth and retied the rope holding it in. The brunette rolled over and looked and sure enough, there was the book; a small, burgundy leather bound book with its title embossed in gold leaf. It was an once-in-a-lifetime moment. Here it was, Dr. Geoffrey Brand?s manual for the husbands of his graduates. For decades, Dr. Brand hosted a training school for women second-to-none, teaching his wards submissiveness and the sexual arts not.