"Lucilla, what the hell? How did you... ?"She shook her head calmly "Quiet for a moment, Zane, would you?" She was sitting in the bed, the blankets co...ering the bottom half of her body, her dark breasts casually bare. She didn't seem to know, or care. "Help Claire to her feet, for goodness sake." Yes, but..." He realised then that he'd thrown Claire to the floor, and bent to help her up. "What are you doing here? I don't understand." One thing at a time. Put some pants on, or take that shirt. It took me a couple of tires, but I was able to work the cuffs between the chair poles. Finally cuffed. The position forced my chest to be thrust out some. Lastly, I groped for and found the butterfly’s control and turned it on to the max setting, causing me to stiffen up and moan a little.I sat there, listening to the sounds of gagged women moaning and whimpering. Being spanked. Harsh words from men and women, punishing their slaves, having sex with them. Listening to pleading and begs,. I was torn between stepping out into the room and stopping them or continue with my soiled thoughts of maybe seeing considerably more. Sexual desire always wins. Cautiously his belt was unfastened followed by his pants button and then the zipper came down. She didn’t stop there either, distorting his body relinquishing to her desires, his pants ended up at his ankles in less than a mere minute.His body was in the identical condition as mine, the front of his briefs was bulging out while. I was definitely lubricated enough to try anything … so why not. I explained what I wanted to do, remembering the brief conversation I had with Samantha about horses and her description of the donkey. While the guys moved about to get what I wanted, I eased alongside the small horse, stroking his side to his head. I repeated the action I had used on the other a****ls, touching my forehead to him and thinking softly about him and me. Whatever had happened before was worth a try with him, too.He.