He was desperate, begging, broken to the overwhelming sensations, his conscious thought eroded completely by the insistent demands of his c**k and the outrageous suck-teasing of his ex-slave. “Yes...yes...yes...” he begged endlessly, his words degenerating into babble. Nothing made sense, there was no past, there was no future, there was only sensation, there was only the driving need for orgasm and there was only the knowledge that it would forever be denied him.
“I belong to the Countess now, master,” she chuckled. “And if I’m very good, you may end up belonging to me.”
“But only if you’re very good indeed,” another female voice added. It was the Countess, accompanied by Lizandra, coming from a secret door behind the full-length mirror that allowed others to view the actions inside thi
