My heart was pounding as I leaned my bike up against the wall on the front porch and rang the doorbell. The time on my watch read 12:58. He answered t...e door in a blue silk robe and held the door open and ushered me inside. "Sit down on the sofa". I did as I was told and sat down on the near side, almost cowering into the corner, my legs pressed firmly together and sitting on my hands. With my head bowed down in silence, I watched his legs stride past me as he took a seat beside me on the. Then those who escorted me forced to my knees. From thence onto my belly.„Grovel,“ whispered a soft voice i nmy ear, „you are apporaching the presence of her Highness.“I stayed as I was. Nose to the marble floor, breaszs crushing to it, belly and thighs pressing down. I felt hate and fury at my humilitation... yet I felt terror too.„Is this the new slave?“ asked a male voice.„Yes... Sir.“ A chorus of sycophantic slave girl voices.„Wait here!“A long, but heart-throbbing, silence. I tried to. Wir fingen uns an leidenschaftlich zu küssen. Dann packte sie meinen Schwanz aus. Ich öffnete auch ihre Hose und die fiel zu Boden. Nichts drunter, das Luder und dann auch noch schön blank rasiert. Meine Hand fing gleich an ihren Intimen Bereich zu erkunden. Sie war so feucht. Das Vorspiel konnte ich mir sparen. Wir wollten beide schnellen Sex haben.Sie drehte sich um und hielt mir ihren Arsch hin. Ohne Problem schob ich meinen Schwanz in ihre Fotze. Das Tempo war gleich schnell. Ihre Titten. .dimly lit now because it was midnight…I took a seat around a small table in the soft chairs and Victor sat opposite me. I again took of my jacket and even in the dim light he could see my hard nipples pushing again the cloth. Then a group of three middle age men came into the bar and sat down not too far from us. As our drinks came I turned toward my husband and let my dress rise a little.....and parted my legs wider…He stared again at my exposed wet labia and smiled to me.I smiled back and.