My c**k was ignoring the effect of the restraint, it felt cut in half, bent over but throbbing in it bonds all the same. The agony was forgotten, unregistered, flooded out of my mind by the pure erotica being displayed before me. Madam had put her index finger to her lips, glancing over toward me to make sure that I was carefully watching her. I could not have torn my eyes away from the play-let before me, even if the Devil himself had appeared.
Madam Chloe slowly pushed that single extended finger deeper between her pouting lipstick reddened lips and sucked. Ann twitched below her, wondering, I think, what her Mistress intended; the erotic tension in that room was palpable, it filled every crevice of the room and flooded my mind.
I watched, feeling right on the edge of ejaculation. My
