I figured he was about to pound her, but he asked her something that was too low for me to hear. It didn't take long to figure out what he said, thoug..., when I saw her climb onto her knees and stuff his dick into her mouth. He was still on his knees, and he used his hands to grip her hair tightly. He shoved her face up and down on his dick, faster and faster. I felt the familiar bulge in my shorts then, and knew what I was going to do. I didn't try to argue with myself anymore. I was disgusting. "Pulling her hair tight, she screamed. Not for long though, as he filled her mouth with his dick again and pulled her hair towards him, pushing mouth onto it once more. Tears ran down her face as he raped her mouth, using her hair to pull her back and forth."Yeah baby, cry for your master, you know he loves it when you cry. Waiting to cum all over your mouth."She knew the only way to make him stop was to make him cum, so as he fucked her face, she began to suck him hard and lick gently. Close. "Cover his mouth with your hand as you're fucking him," the Queen ordered. The lady had very specific tastes.The whipping continued, now accompanied with Diabelle's steady, brutal thrusts as she violated the boy's anus. The boy's cries now muffled by her firm hand. The muffling made them no less lovely!They took a break from the whipping to grab candles and douse his cock with hot wax. His high-pitched squalling at the heat was really amusing! They whipped off the wax, then poured more. Repeat.. ?Petti smiled. ?You want my brother. Sniffen, come here!? A moment later, a middle aged man with gray hair, and an unfortunate pot belly, dressed in a cardigan striped shirt and khakis—?Slave to J.Crew? was how Petti described Sniff—came up, holding a bit of register tape. ?I’m just-just going over the numbers, Petti.? Sniffen Courcheval said in a shaking voice. ?You said I couldn’t go to my Stamp Club meeting early tonight until I worked out the snarl—?Petti waved her hand. ?Forget that. Or.