Arthakama for providing such unexpected and apropos entertainment. None of them tried to interfere or join the scene playing out before their hungry e...es, although most of us were undoubtedly aroused. It was Swan's victory and by extension, Mistress Megan's as well, and to the victor went the spoils.Isabelle was left were she lay, a bound and quivering centerpiece to the six course feast that our host had prepared in honor of the Grand Tournament. Bogie had taken it upon himself to find a seat. She invited friends, but also some of the upper crust from town that we knew.The day had started off fine but rapidly turned stormy. Our guests watched the sky and checked the radar on their phones. My a-social tendencies were kicking in, and I found myself hoping that they would leave soon.At the first rumble of thunder, my wife suggested moving the party inside. She had retained a few servers for the event, and they brought the wine and food inside. I told her that I wanted to get my laps in. A wide bed with a cast iron frame topped with gleaming brass knobs. She knelt on it, naked, blindfolded, her face bowed between her chained, outstretched arms, half hidden in the tumble of her hair, her knees spread obscenely wide by their own fetters, stretching and parting her labia above her little tuft of soft pubic fur, revealing the darker pigment of her anus. Her beautiful skin gleaming in the soft evening light, marred and mottled with bruises. By the chain splaying her left leg, an. They looked at each other and giggled into their hands when they looked forward at this row of bewildered men with their swollen appendages pointing back at them.Miss Yung Wei broke the silence, “Girls! Please pay attention!” she snapped. There was instant silence. “All you girls are just starting your first year at BSC. You are all part of a late intake of students and this is only your tenth Presenting Class.” As she was speaking the girls began sitting down on the floor to get more.