. let's go to the bedroom.“It was just as if I was dreaming. As if an impossible dream had come true. In fact, I did not care at all at that moment ...f this was real or just a dream. I got up and she led me gently upstairs to her bedroom. While walking, she shed her thin clothes until she was before me just in her underwear. Her perfect round, giant ass, her voluptuous tits, her thick beautiful legs. Now I could see it all as I had always wanted. And I could smell her. Smell her arousal. And. Often the appearance of one means stark danger, now six are here at once. “Change is at hand” – they declare in one voice, the whispering echoes of the grave mixing with the infinite cold of doom and despair – “The one who seeks to be king will move soon to eliminate the Queen, and the one who is to be Queen as well. The standing King is to be taken at the ball, where many shall take their final fall. One who is a master soon will be he who is not,, prepares the whispers of the darkness for the. "May I explain, mistress?" "All right. Asshole." "De Sade write two major novels, Justine and Juliet. In the first, the noble heroine, Justine, was constantly set upon by villains who conducted the cruelest villainies upon her, always narrowly escaping the serious injuries and death suffered by her fellow victims, who were treated far worse than we treated you." And worse than you have treated us, I thought, but I also thought it unwise to comment. "So? Wait a second, I just remembered. If you let me down, you may return home minus your balls after all!” The woman all laughed at my expense as I climbed down from the bed and cowered timidly before the magnificent woman. My cock poking rudely out, lifting the frill of my maid’s outfit; my silken panties, wet with pre-cum, lay forlornly on the floor, mimicking my utter defeat at the hands of these superb females. My balls tingled as the scent of Anita’s leather entered my nostrils and I expected to receive a thrashing at any.