She would faint dead away at the sight of what is going on here. Xxnx The slave working on Yvonne moved her wand down between her legs and pressed it tightly against Yvonne’s wet and sloppy opening. Or, at least she tried to walk away. “We won’t be wearing underwear – or anything else under those gowns. She too had her head thrown back and her mouth wide open. My father trained her well and she is an excellent slave. The last stroke was almost as loud as a pistol shot, and a slight trickle of blood oozed from the square welt, but the slave still merely grunted and said “Ten. Grand Master Tyrone was, after all, giving them the final choice. Losers serve the winner for one hour for every minute she lasts longer than them.
