You can't even feed or dress yourselves. You depend on your servants to take care of you but fear them so much that you hide and lock yourselves in t...is tomb.”“This is not a tomb, it is an impenetrable fortress carved out of solid bedrock and located miles beneath the earth. We are safe here because no one knows where we are and therefore no one can get to us.”“Someone must know where you are.” Danielle challenged “You are helpless and need servants to take care of your every need.” “We. Then we see our host approaching ... Big, wide and sweaty – wearing a West Ham football shirt, dirty jeans, and a wide smile – it’s our old mate Dennis Baxter, and this week he’s leading not one, but two Doberman dogs. One looking quite spritely and excited to be out for a walk, the other older, slower, but still formidable.When he speaks, it’s with his usual loud, gravelly east end Cockney accent – so loud that everyone in the street can hear what he’s saying to our camera.“‘Ello, and welcome. ” She faced me and looked at my crotch with a raised eyebrow. I unzipped and pulled off my pants, then stripped off my underwear. “You’re already dripping,” she said. “Even after six times.” “Eight.” She looked puzzled for a second and then laughed. “I guess you do think I’m sexy then.” “Yes, and it hasn’t been twenty-four hours yet.” “How do you want me?” she asked. “Like last night.” She stripped below the waist and lay down, spreadeagled before me, her legs in a diamond. Her pussy was. Her nipples were fully erect, and for the first time, I saw her completely naked. She walked to her closet and stepped into a pair of shiny black high heels, then stepped into the beige half slip. My heart was pounding so hard it made my penis bounce as she walked back to me, put her arms around my waist, and pulled me close. My penis was pushed against her slip-covered belly, and her nipples poked into my bare chest. "Jack off for me," she whispered, and sat on the end of her bed. I moved.