The King was crude and bawdy in his greedy s****l appetite, Lohr’s tastes were altogether more exquisitely refined, her manner cool and detached, even in the midst of passion. The Queen was totally dissolute; combining a lustful imagination, with a carefully cultivated sense of debasement imposed on s****l partners. Her icy elegance was made all the more shocking by the unbridled enthusiasm with which she pursued the most bizarre and degrading s****l acts imaginable. Then, there was that streak of cruelty. For some reason, Lohr had discovered that a bit of suffering lent piquancy to her simmering lust, thrilling her in new and unexpected ways.
Most often, it was her s*x slaves with who bore the brunt of her cold sadistic fury. Like the King, Lohr kept a retinue of favored slaves around he
