“Can’t have you passing out on us, can we? Because we’ve got a long way to go yet ...” Isabel’s mouth was opening and closing like that of a...goldfish. a****l sounds were coming from it. But also something else. Could it have been ‘Mercy’? Madame Vesta uttered a short laugh. “My God,” she rasped, “you insult me ... you disobey me ... then you have the nerve to ask for mercy. Believe me, slave, that’s the last thing you’ll get from me.” She let Isabel’s hair go again. “By the time I’ve finished. She instinctively held it and started moving her hands up and down. She moved her thumbs on its top and tickled the slit. She moved her fingers down and expertly massaged my balls. I do not know why, but on the same morning, I had shaved my pubic hair. She seems surprised not to find any hair. She continued to expertly massage my balls and cock. All this was happening under the blanket. As she continued to use her fingers, something snapped in me. I did not want to do it. I had a bout of sudden. The man was a damn sex machine and she was damned bound and determined to use him again! Reaching between her legs she could already feel her vagina leaking at just the thought of Jake planted deep within her. Mary was about to orgasm, three fingers buried deep within her, when a pair of eyes appeared on her screen. "I'm trying! Damn it! I'm so close, yes I know! He's coming here today, with the energy I release it should help sustain you more. Now shut up and help me!" Mary panted out as a. When she’d finished she played the shower head over her mons and I saw she was now as smooth as I was, her slit tight and pink. She snapped her fingers: I snapped from my reverie.“Hand me a towel, bitch!”Timidly I looked around. I’d rather hoped she might compliment me on my appearance, rather than calling me a bitch, but there you were – or rather, there I was. I looked round in panic: there was no towel in the bathroom. She sighed, rolling her eyes upwards.“Try the chest of drawers between.