As the conversation continued, Marcy was starting to charge my tired batteries. She had my complete attention as she finally removed her sexy halter top. The dark areola of each n****e was a sharp contrast to her creamy skin. She slowly lifted her hands and rubbed her breasts in a sexy, circular motion.
“I bet you’d like to suck on these, wouldn’t you slave? Maybe these would start to get you excited.”
“If those don’t, this will.”
“Ah – h – h – h!” I screamed, as fire bit into my puckered asshole. Samantha had taken a small cattle prod and burned it against my hidden hole.
Even with my Mistress’s distraction, I still stared at Marcy’s t**s. She was right. They were beautiful. I’d chew on those little gems all night, if she’d let me.
“Marcy, go over to the wall and get that long, slim
