"What a shithole," Archie sighed, looking around.They heard muttering and footsteps coming from one of the bedrooms andthey made their way to the door...and knocked softly.A small women encased in Tyvek came over to greet them."Sarah Pheffington; senior scene of crime officer," she smiled butdidn't offer her hand for obvious reasons."Follow me." They trod carefully over to a large bed.The bed was old but the bedding was new. Lying in the middle of thebed was a young woman who was obviously. The salty, musky taste, combined with fresh sweat, and some of her pussy juice came together to form the most delicious cocktail, and the Dr just couldn't get enough of it. After he had cleaned her crack with his tongue, he began to circle her arsehole gently."You'd better get your tongue right in there slave, or no cumming for you" said Susie, enjoying having her slave rim her.The Dr began alternating between sucking on her rosebud, trying to enter with his tongue, gradually relaxing.The Dr. "Even though I do want you, it still hurts like hell." Shhh," I said softly. "You just lie back and I'll take care of everything."With a broad grin inching onto her face, she did as told. I laid down on top of her (being careful not to get anywhere near her bad ankle with my feet), and kissed her softly on the lips, with a loving look on my face. As I began kissing her neck, I flickered my tongue around the nape - and as I did so, I took her body gently into my hands, feeling her body twitch. Her heart rate kept mounting, her nipples hard as little pink diamonds as they stood out on her chest. Her cuffed hands clenched up as she moaned. "Aaaaahhhhh!" Do you like that, slave girl? Answer me." His one palm stayed against her clit, rubbing with a firmer rhythm, while his other hand pried open her mouth and gripped her lower jaw possessively. She looked at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as his palm ground into her clitoris with even greater dedication. She nodded, it was all.