“Shall we use tongues?” Anne suggested softly and in a seamless movement we found ourselves on our sides with our faces buried in each other’s h...neypots. I could feel the Queen’s tongue licking my cunny flesh and I knew that the juice from my baby hole was leaking profusely. At the same time I was sucking her stiff button that protruded perhaps half an inch beyond its protective hood. Henry had probably never even touched it apart from with his pelvis as he plunged his royal cock in and out of. I began to buck my hips and I felt the first thick load come from his thick cock and then another. He continued pumping his cum in my ass and it was so hot and thick I could feel each time another volley would come out. The feel of that hot cum shooting in my ass and the lube it provided made his cock feel so intense that I couldn’t control myself and I began to shoot cum out of my own cock. I could feel the warm cum between our stomach and I was amazed that I was able to cum without him or me. He collected the paintball gun, loaded 10 bright red paintballs into the hopper and handed the gun to the girl’s master. He explained the game to the master now stood with the paintball gun in his hand, “Simple game, you have 10 shots and 3 targets to hit, as soon as all the targets have been hit the platform will drop, along with your slave into the tank. The stool is weighted so that it sinks to the bottom of the tank and whilst she will drop into the water, she should be able to stand back. They see a cripple on crutches, not a woman. Fix that, tonight, right now. And I’ll fix you. I’ll make your scars invisible. They will go away. My super power.’ She dropped her crutch and reached for me, and half falling, came into my arms, and with her muffled words said, plain and simple, ‘kiss me.’ Her mouth was wet and warm, and I was hungrier than I realized, even though my stomach was full. Hers was a different kiss — her mouth had a different shape, and I could feel a stiffness.