Take me for yourself. I’m yours. -Turn over wumman. He slid his hardness into her quivering sex from behind, reached forward to feel her beautiful d...ngling breasts. -Yes John, give it to me. Now, please… He grunted as he sank in her muscular heat, felt her tighten round him. Oh, so sweet, so delicious… Panted as he increased the speed of his driving penetration, fucking her for him, increasingly oblivious to her needs as his movements became harder. -Jesus wumman, yer quim drives me mad, need. Some of it leaked out of my mouth."Disgusting" Madame claimed, and she pushed my head down onto the floor and instructed me to lick the rest of it up. She then brought my head back up to the cock, and told me to clean it. I ran my tongue around it, and lapped up the remaining come."Very poor performance today, slut," Madame exclaimed. "We'll need to keep training you." She tied me up to the toilet once again, blindfolded me, and her and the man left the bathroom.There I was left alone with the. “Tink?” Mike asked, but she ignored him. She knocked on the door, kicked it, and even used her mouth to turn the knob, but nothing worked. Whatever ritual had been used to make the cave appear wasn’t a simple one, and Tink’s green face was a mask of fury. She grabbed the closet door hard enough that her claws left marks in the wood.“Fuck!” Tink slammed the door, tears appearing in her eyes. “Goggles gone forever!”“We’ll figure this out, I promise.” Mike set his hammer down, kneeling by the. The only difference was that she was touring Sean's house completely naked except for a the cloth choker - her collar, she corrected herself. Sean moved over to a door near the back of the kitchen and opened it to reveal a pantry. Hanging on the back side of the door was an apron. He took it down and handed it to her. "Cooking is dangerous and messy enough normally, never mind doing it nude. When you're working in the kitchen, I want you to use this." "Yes, sir." she reached out and took the.