"Dina rose gracefully to her feet, and twirling with lithe movements, took the pitcher of orange juice left at our table, poured it into a glass, knel... again with a little pirouette, took the glass and touching it briefly to her sex, her breasts and then kissing the glass, turned the glass to face her master and handed it up to him on upraised arms, saying, "This slave would ask that her master accept this juice as a sign that she finds favor in her masters eyes." The whole thing was done. She sucked on his head, her tongue darting down his shaft, as her fingers played with his balls, trying to get all of his nectar out. Another pulse filled her mouth, she gulped, again and again, the thick fluid sliding easily down her throat, beginning to satisfy her addiction. Some of his cum leaked out and down his now spent rod into his pubic hair. Quickly she worked her tongue down, cleaning up what had spilled, her tongue making little circles in his pubic hair, then up his now softening. All of this was part of his plan, I feel awful. I would give my life to escape!But I can only sit there and be in pain. When I look over my shoulder I see him tasting my blood. I can feel his tongue on my back. I feel sick. I can feel him kissing my neck. He touches my back and breasts. When I look down I see that my breasts are also covered in blood from his hands. There is so much blood and he won’t stop cutting. As soon as he gets to my lower back he goes up to my shoulder again. I don’t. He stayed seated on the sofa, while he had Bobbi stand over his face. Bobbi was always amazed how quickly guys wanted to eat her pussy, but she was not complaining. No, not at all Bobbi was breathing very heavily now, as his tongue danced all over her clit as he used his hands on her ass to push her soaking, swollen pussy on his face. She could feel herself getting to close to that precipice now but she didn’t want to cum like this, she wanted his cock inside her. “I want you to fuck me now, I.