“With my weight and your locked arms holding you down, it might just rip off your head. At the very least it’ll pop your spine. So if you don’t want that to happen, don’t you dare ejaculate – until, of course, it’s time to. Then I want every f*****g drop!”
With that she reached up, punched a button, and two more pounds clanked down. Then her hands came up above and to either side of his now seriously purpling head and grabbed a pair of handles, solid iron press bars to anchor her movements. Then, with the pointy toes of her boots just barely riding the floor, she launched herself headlong into the most energetic copulation that slave had ever f*****g seen.
***
Not that he’d ever seen much f*****g, or could even see much of what was happening to him now. Grayness was creeping in, claimin
