My pussy drips on to my fingers and his stomach. Groaning as I cum. Bringing my fingers up to my mouth I start to lick my juice off my fingers... I...hear a groan and realized I had forgot about my audience briefly. "Do you want to try some?" I ask sweetly, sticking another finger into my mouth. "Yes", his deep voice was startling in the quiet. "Yes what?" I demanded. "please babe" groaning. I smeared what was left of the juice on my face and kissed him hard. As I leaned in to kiss him. And she knew this was just a little foretaste of the horrors to come. As they dragged her off she managed to say "I'm sorry, Master!" to the chariot driver, who was still hanging around outside the makeshift court. Then she was gone deep underground to be punished for she knew not how many long weeks, months or even years. In minutes she had been strapped to the table and the electrodes had been attached. Her back arched with the pain and sweat started to pour off her. They tortured her all the. It was kind of hot to watch though.When she smiled down at Jessica and asked, “You really like doing that?”Jessica smiled back and said, “Fuck yes! I love it! I think it’s sad that you can’t enjoy it too.”Judy chuckled and said, “That’s okay, Jess, I like what we did just fine.”I laughed and looked over at Dylan and said, “We better watch out, Dylan. I think my friend is trying to steal your wife!”Jessica looked over at Dylan and his obvious hard on. Then she looked up at me and I smiled and. .. It's raining really bad. I hope I can use it to my advantage. Everynow and then I catch a glimpse of Stacey, working like a busy bee behindthe glass window. After half an hour, Stacey finally comes out. She has a pink umbrella whichfails to keep the raindrops from falling on her. She's wearing her shiny high heeled pumps, tan colored pantyhose, black miniskirt, and her white shirt with the nametag. She walks all by herself, in this dark rainy night, her eyes staring at herfeet. She takes.