The audience cheered when they simultaneously leaped off the stage.After the show ended, Kara refastened the worgs' thick leather collar. She pet them... dared to kiss their wet noses, then sent them off for their dinner. They were sweet animals, really, once tamed. The huntress packed away materials with Avalon's help. When she'd finished, she looked up to see a shadow against the tent pole. "Great show." Thell leaned against the tent, smiling. "You say that every time. And it's the animals you. As she made a slight a curtsey she said, ”Master, how would you like me to serve these to your guests?”Master simply said, “Bring the tray over here and place it on the top of this cage.”Angel did just as she was instructed. Then taking the cup of tea she turned to Carol and gave her a slight curtsey as she held out the cup. She repeated herself with Brian’s cup of coffee.Brian then moved to Beth’s head, putting his coffee down, he started his examination of her mouth and head. Carol moved. The feeling of fullness and pain within me was amazing. I have developed a liking for slight pain during out extra marital sexual adventures. I’m not talking BDSM pain more like mild discomfort, I liken it to the pain of getting a tattoo, its painful but for some reason pleasurable.The two of them fucked both my holes hard with fast deep strokes. Mick had his hands on my breasts and had started squeezing my nipples hard and Ted began to rub my clit with his thumb and I could feel my orgasm. I could only imagine—wait! I don't have to imagine. Why didn't I think of this sooner? I've read so many erotic stories using the tried and true theme of blackmail that I can't believe I didn't think of it before.What the fuck am I thinking here? A story is one thing, but real life, that's an entirely different ball game. I don't know if I'd have the strength to actually approach her and say, "From now on I'm going to fuck your ass any time I want or else dad will get a copy of the DVD." Think.