”Her fingers thrust into my cunt for a moment. I gasped as she wiggled about in me. My toes curled in my sandals. She felt so good. Then she ripped ...hem out, and I heard her sucking on her digits, cleaning off my juices.“You are such a liar, Lasla,” the queen purred in amusement. “Go grab one of the flails. I’ll teach you to use it next.”I wasn’t lying. But I didn’t say it. I could control myself. I was in charge of my lusts. A master of them. I reached the table with the flails. There were. I wouldn’t have minded if it wasn’t for the derision used. I was hurt and determined to rise above it while at school and seek revenge afterwards which is why I chose that name when I went into the porn industry. Would you believe me if I told you that what the stuck up bitches were doing was just as bad as the things I did on video, the stupid part about it was that I got paid for it, they didn’t.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘There seemed to be a party every weekend and they all seemed to be some. I was taught in ... before I met Martha. I do most of the cooking here, even when the Bishop came to dinner.”“I see. Well you are asking the wrong person. Do you know Mr. Ransome in All Saints congregation? He could probably tell you. He set up his own business and then fifteen years later sold it for many millions of pounds.”“Oh. Martha says he is a despicable man, and not to be trusted. I don’t know about asking him.”“He is most certainly not a despicable man. Martha hates him because she. .. to look cute?"She laughed and reached down and fondled my half-hard penis."And to stir things up a bit, I see."I downloaded a few more shots. The nubile teens in short-shorts and tiny bikinis and filmy lingerie combined with Michele's ministrations did the trick. Pretty soon my phallus was rock hard and throbbing and practically shoving her little fingers apart."Pick a favorite," she said softly. "Enlarge her picture and then stand up."I chose a gorgeous little redhead with milky white skin.