When she left the room, he tried in vain to get loose, but she knew her knots. He was not going anywhere. He looked up when he heard her return and wa... shocked to see how she was dressed. She loved the shocked look on his face. She had changed into a red soft leather corset that rode high on her hips and low on her breasts.She sauntered over to the bed and gently laid down next to him. "One last chance to tell me what I want to know," she said, hoping he would remain silent, because she was. Oh, I am feeling hot, she thought. Then she giggled. Imagine getting horny thinking about a donkey's prick!It was a depraved fantasy.And it was all the more exciting because it was depraved.She dipped at the knees and spread her thighs wider apart so that she could look right between her legs and see her cunt. The slot was wide open, cunt lips unfurled like pink blossoms, foamy with pussy nectar. She placed three fingers down over her cunt mound and pulled her pussy up slightly as she gazed at. I was the camp concubine, or more precisely the camp whore.Not the only one apparently I saw other women moving among the men butthey all paled in comparison to my body. My gold bangles and rings were amark of my status, highest of the pleasure slaves, master of women, butstill the plaything of any man who wanted me.I did not lay on the table for long before I was joined by some morecompany, four soldiers, more sober than the last surrounded me. I waslifted onto the table and flipped onto my. I held a smile back, though she tried to act like a rebel she was my obedient little pet. “In the kitchen there’s a black bag on the counter. It’s for you. Put it on and wait for me on my bed.” She smiled and I could tell that it took everything she had not to run to see what I’d gotten her. My chest swelled with pride. I decided to wait ten minutes before joining her in the bedroom, and on my way I grabbed a capri sun juice for her. My cock hardened painfully when I saw what awaited me on my.