So, she just came to just show off her slave and gloat? That didn’t seem like Farah, at least not the unyielding dom I had come to know. She definitely wasn’t a poser and had probably something planned for them in one of the other cells. She sure had done so with me. I still bore the marks on my legs from her last whipping. I had danced back and forth in the cell, my range limited by the chain attached to my collar. When I was frantic enough she cast aside the whip, extended my chain so that I could sit in a rickety chair, then planted herself on my stiffened c**k, her p***y surrounding me in wet rapture.
Like then, and like Julian’s now, my c**k stood straight out, engorged. And like Julian’s, the head was purple with a hot stream ready to burst forth. Within the straightjacket I tremble
