Ishtar walked along the line of girls with a riding crop in her hands, on the lookout for laziness. If any of them displeased her, she’d give them a...hard smack on the ass. “Thank you, Mistress!” they’d say through their gags. The girls had to remain conscious and keep their limbs raised while suffering this sexual torture for up to six hours a day. Though, calling it torture wasn’t quite accurate, as they all loved it. Over the course of five years, Ishtar had turned them into desperate. ”Jeff must have been experiencing the post-orgasm blues, because he soon opened his door and left the store without saying anything else. I was still amazed at myself for going through with sucking my first cock and swallowing the cum. I was hoping that it was only a matter of time before I could find a way to let Jeff know that I was Cock Sucker, and I was hoping we could find a way for me to suck his cock in the neighborhood. I still felt compelled to find other married men to suck so I kept. I began to smile in anticipation as he said "And you're pleased I noticed them, I bet." Without hesitation, I smiled broadly and said "Yes, I am."But a little part of my mind kept arguing -- it's wrong. Wrong to invite his gaze at my figure. But that rational part of me kept hearing me prattle on about how much I appreciated his advice and attention.After the check was settled and we were in the parking lot, he said "I think you have a lovely ass, Natascha. Don't you get a thrill when I look at. She did this for a while, and then began moving faster. The beds frame started smacking against the wall every second, and we could occasionally still hear the bed springs. I couldnt believe I was fucking Princess Peach!! This felt so good that I felt like I was going to pass out! My heart started to pump fast as I started getting flash backs of how we first met when I was playing my NES, back when I was six years old. I saw a flashback of the axe disappearing while Bowser fell to his death.