Yet when the thoughtless rutting beasts were done, leaving their drowsily smiling hostess flushed and tousled and satisfied, ruthlessly polluted, still Alyssa had not released his trembling hands from behind his back. No, smiling crookedly, she had merely given a slow, regal nod, and then her degraded c*m-slave, priapically erect and bound with but a single ribbon of silk, could only slither awkwardly over her in the selfless ecstasy of his utter devotion. Groaning in his unspeakable delight, he worshipped her in the only way he knew how—orally, intimately, and very, very thoroughly. He degraded himself subserviently beneath her watching dark eyes, completely without pride or dignity. And as he smacked and slavered, the panting beast rolled his shoulders back and forth to rub the inflamed
