.. Smackk!..." as Christine's hand repeatedly connected with Heather's asscheeks. "Taste your ass on his cock. Suck it clean, you little cunt. You're ... dirty whore now." Christine was loving the way Heather was acting so incredibly filthy. I backed away and Heather coughed up a whole lot of spit that dribbled and hung in strands from her mouth and lips. She gasp for a breath. I wiped my wet slimy cock across her face. That eighteen-year-old blonde was so hot and nasty looking right at that. "Only if you wished to, General."Anthony looked at him sternly. "Are you intimating that I might not be up to it?"Mark looked at him equally solemnly. "Never, General, but I wouldn't wish to upset a delicious lunch." Cheeky bugger!" Yessir!"There was a momentary pause and then everyone burst out laughing.Mark grinned but was still unsure of which way this was going to go. Victoria saved him."Relax, darling. We're going to stay here and play tennis."Mark's face lit up then fell."Who's going to. She opened her eyes to see the captain’s cabin, from the low angle of her bed on the floor. Something was different. Not in the room, but about her. A hard, cold, unyielding weight was around her loins. Constance touched it, and her fingertips found metal. She looked down at what seemed to be an iron girdle. It encircled her lower belly, and extended between her legs. Not a single curl of her golden pubic hair was visible. The metal continued to her backside, and small locks dangled at each. 'I can see that you want me badly. You can have me but on my terms, and on your knees while you worship me and take all that I can dish out. Get into my dressing-room behind the set if you want a spanking from me. I will wait for five minutes, no more, I have enough men wanting to take your place.' 'I will do anything you say, Jenny',he said, knowing that he would not get another chance with this goddess. 'When you address me, you may call me Mistress, or Mistress Jenny.' 'Yes, Mistress.