His cock completely locked in her gagged grip, Louise let her tongue play over Doug's shaft. The red flesh barely shielded by the fine pouch, she could feel him growing harder by every moment and if that wasn't enough his gasps and moans did the rest. The devious trick devised by Liz was working on him and deep in her bound, enslaved body Louise felt her own cunt growing tickly and hot. She started wiggling her torso and mmph'ed low in rhythm to the glistening play of her tongue. What would happen next she did not know, and did not care about. She would not be asked, period. Here and now were all that existed, enclosing her like a bubble.
Louise's eyes left doug's crotch and waist a bit as she turned and gazed over to the side at Liz. The Domme lady was again holding a whip; it rested tense between her hands in front, held in the traditional Domme position. Was it for doug or for slave louise? For doug, she reckoned, but in her growing arousal, she felt tingled by the thought of being hung up and whipped by Ms Cockrill. Mmmgh, mmmg, she thought, guide me Liz, I'm Your slave and this slave wants to know what you can do to her..






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