“Now attend to your face and hair” she ordered, “and wear the white cotton frock - and the high-heeled boots. Then we shall go to Susan’s villa and see what she does with you”. Soon they were making their way along a winding road back up the hillside to where an isolated and derelict Venetian villa looked down over Baphoria’s harbour. Night was falling, and as soon as they were away from the edge of gaysex town Vasiliki bent Carissa over a rough stone anal wall at the side of the road, swiped her arse twice with a braided leather dog lead - just to leave two red marks - and secured it to her collar to lead her onward. “I think I am coming to like Susan” she observed, suddenly talkative after a long silence. “She is evil to her slaves - quite amateur brutal. Before the first of these cannibal victims washed up on the shore of Barataria I even hoped that she might be the one, if only we could have found a way to make you disappear”. She sensed that Carissa wished to speak. “Yes”? “I - perhaps I can do that” she stammered. “I think about it all the time - and I found a blog about Dmitri which said that some blowjob of his women may have been falsely reported missing in an avalanche. I could do something like that. gay I don’t know”. Her voice trailed away. “We must be completely sure” Vasiliki pronounced. “And I know that they are out there, watching me, waiting to make contact”. She set her jaw and quickened their pace. “I’m sure of it. Enjoy grovelling for me tonight, because these games and pretences will soon be over. Soon we will find the King in Yellow and it will all become very real”. She smiled to herself at the shiver which ran through her slave’s luscious body from head to foot and pulled the leash tighter to whisper in her ear “We will have your haunches grilled with cinnamon. I promise you”. Carissa moaned quietly in response. “Eat me alive” she whispered, “and screaming”. She sipped her sweet coffee for a moment in quiet contemplation before tugging on his arm, drawing his attention, “Alright… I’ll meet you halfway?” He looked at her curiously, waiting for her to continue, “…You do this for me and we succeed, and I’ll get my nipples pierced.” I swirled around, teasing her, loving every second of tasting her juicy pussy. And after the proverbial paint had gay dried (and Justina had licked it off amateur her), a slightly darker Astrid was revealed; a little more callous, a little more depraved, a little less dignified, and a little less honored. It was as if fire ignited through my veins. It pained me to think that anal everything I envisioned my first time with the woman I love was being shown right in front of me. With my wife, er, I mean Alexis being the woman. Chapter Six: Hot Teacher's Frozen Passion I wasn’t sure why, but I mentally made a note to see if I could find out what was up with her. Terry came in bringing the ice water and Lynne swore that Terry changed into a shorter skirt as blowjob she knew terry had on her gray skirt that went down to her knees but the one she has on now is black and barely covers her butt. “But yeah, I’m definitely quitting. Linda and Betty were wrapped arm in arm on the sofa. “I think little brother has found his true love.” She whined again, but this time it was different. I gaysex yank my hand away.