“Just don’t treat her too much like a lady. I like the whore bit.”Jaq looked up and grinned and then plunged head first into my open cunt and I...almost screamed with the sudden pleasure of her tongue working on me. She was certainly an expert and I was soon writhing and then bucking as she probed into me and worked on my clit. I was cumming within moments and she took the full force of my cum in her mouth. I hardly knew she had moved but felt her leg slide under me from the other direction. " Now... who will be so kind as to volunteer to wear the ring? And ifnobody decides, then I'll be forced to choose!" I... I'll go first..."Debbie gave me a weird look, and as I looked at her trying to figure outwhat she was thinking I felt myself getting smaller... and smaller...until I was about the size of a mouse."Hahahahahaha... look how pathetic you are Steve! My oh my... how are youever going to satisfy poor Rachel here with that tiny body of yours. Yourdick is practically non-existent. As I said in the previous post, Alison was Bill's boss, but not in the bedroom, it was Bill now in control and Alison was his whore to use, who would have thought that? Not me or Alison that's for sure, and Alison is by no means a pushover, far from it, so to dominate her is not an easy task, but not for Bill, he had found the key that opened Alison's submissive side and boy he was going to use it!!So as soon as they got in the room she was quite roughly put on the bed and hard and ready he was. Except that, freed from the fear of imminent death or torture, her climax was, if anything, even longer and more intense than the first day’s.This became Ankneela’s routine - her early morning orgasm, followed by the freedom of the village for the rest of the day. Nothing else was expected of her. Although the village women were kind to her in every way, she made no progress in talking to them. They simply seemed uninterested in her attempts to communicate. Despite this, she had formed a theory.