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Chapter 27
Tuesday followed the Lady Beth back to the Lady's lair; after first making another detour through the shower. Sheila was there waiting, standing painfully, wrists still cuffed behind her. The Lady motioned for Sheila to sit on the floor, when she complied cuffs were added to her ankles and locked to her wrist cuffs, leaving her lying painfully hogtied on her swollen cunt and breasts. The Lady Beth removed Tuesday's chastity belt and pointed to the exam chair. Tuesday sat down and watched as the straps were secured. The Lady pulled a stool around to between Tuesday's thighs and drew up a cart with assorted implements on it. The Lady began her examination, She noted how swollen the clitoris had become, both from the constant irritation by the tickler as well as the sexual activities she had performed. The labia were also swollen; the opening between was wide and dripping.
“it would appear that you enjoyed the mornings festivities.” The Lady remarked. While looking at her breasts Tuesday nodded.
“Yes, Mistress. It was quite...stimulating. Thank you.” Tuesday replied.
“For what?” The Lady asked. “For pissing on you?” Tuesday blushed at that comment.
“Yes, Mistress.” She began. “That and being allowed to pleasure the others. I...this slut has missed the opportunity to interact like that.”
“I noticed your enthusiasm. I suspect that others did as well. Its important that you maintain such an attitude.” The Lady said. “Your position as house slut will continue for a few days...at least until your fellow slut there,” she nodded toward Sheila “is well enough to take your place.” She turned to the form on the floor. “You have been a recalcitrant little bitch since shortly after you arrived. Do you know what has been proposed for Tuesday, here?” Shelia shook her head negatively. “I suggested to the Mistress and she is considering a proposal that Tuesday complement Helena. Complete with diminished modifications. But her attitude seems to be much more suited for more versatile roles. You, on the other hand may be a more suitable choice.” Sheila paled. She had simply been told that there would be “consequences” for Tuesday if she had another unauthorized orgasm. She had no idea that the consequences were so drastic.
“A matching pair of sucking and fucking torsos...I don't remember...do you enjoy sucking off horses?” The Lady Beth said smilingly. Actually, she did remember very well. Like the rest of them, Sheila had been made to perform in the stables. Her vomiting after each course was impressive. Sheila closed her eyes, shivering at the memory; her stomach churned in reflex. She shook her head violently, afraid to speak.
“Well. A particular surgeon is wishing to practice some new...techniques.” The Lady Beth continued. “They are somewhat outside the norm of everyday practices. And he is able to pay handsomely for a willing subject for that practice. The problem is that no one is willing. The mistress would hate to lose such an opportunity. He might be persuaded to use anesthesia...” The Lady's comments trailed off; she watched as Sheila squirmed. From the action of her abdomen it seemed that she might be sick.
The Lady turned back toward a worried but slightly relieved Tuesday. “But don't get your hopes too high just yet.” She told her beautiful captive. The Lady Beth selected a catheter from a tray, lubricated it and introduced the end to Tuesday's urethra. It slid home; as it passed the sphincter the Lady picked up a shallow bowl to catch the urine. The bladder finished draining; the Lady shook a few drops of the end and withdrew the catheter. The few drops remaining were added to the bowl. The Lady stood and carried the bowl over to the trussed Sheila. The bowl was place under Sheila's nose producing a grimace.
“Enjoy.” The Lady said to her bound former assistant. “It's time you gathered up some enthusiasm for the duties that all assets are expected to perform. I'm afraid I misjudged you. I recommended you for acquisition and at first it seemed that you were a fit. But over the past months you have failed to embrace the concepts and activities we employ. I thought that by bringing you into an assisting position that you would better accept the philosophy that was very specifically described to you before your debt was settled and your...physical liabilities...is that an accurate description of what you were facing?” The Lady paused as Sheila nodded; tears streaming into the bowl under her mouth. The Lady continued “Your physical liabilities were rescued. So you are now back at the beginning. You were responsible for Ms Tuesday here and failed. The Mistress happened to be watching. It distressed her to see it.” Sheila paled and quivered. “Of course she let me know of her distress. Since I was responsible for you, your failure reflected upon me. I was kind enough to request – request, mind you. They didn't have to honor it- that the Roscoes be easy on you. You pissed them off a long time ago. Those boys are remarkably intelligent as well as patient. If they had been fully unleashed on you, what was left would have made a rather meager meal for the kennels.” Sheila just nodded her agreement. “So you are no longer under my protection. The Mistress doesn't want to lose her entire investment. The payment from the surgeon would about cover that. If he performed without anesthesia, the video sales would provide a nice profit. And she could still sell you overseas. Helena's procedure taught them the expedience of first removing the vocal cords. And probably the eyes and eardrums if she intended to export you. Nothing but an immobile, quiet, Caucasian fuck toy for some whorehouse or warlord. Capisce?” Sheila nodded so hard that she rocked from top to bottom; her swollen cunt not even registering its pain in light of this new information.
“Now...drink.” Sheila began lapping at the yellow liquid, unconcerned at the flavor.
The Lady picked up a sound, lubricated it and inserted into Tuesday's urethra. It slid home without much resistance. She continued increasing the size until she found one that caused discomfort. That one she wiggled and stroked in and out. Tuesday squirmed without complaint. The Lady Beth noticed that the action caused an increase in the fluid flow from her cunt. When the stroking failed to produce sufficient discomfort another, larger rod was used. While stretching out the tube inside, The Lady Beth examined the piercings. She wiggled each end of each rod, noting the reaction each caused. Between sound size changes she squirted another shot of Betadine into the holes. They seemed to be healing properly. New jewelry would be appropriate soon. She picked up a gold ring and secured her labia at the top piercing. She repeated the procedure three more times. Tuesday’s labia were effectively locked together. Her mouth and anus were the only orifices available.
Chapter 28
Tuesday's position as house slut continued. She met all of the remaining staff and assets and visited most of the facility. It was much larger and more complex than she had imagined. Her escort was still Sheila; the bruises were starting to fade to a more sickening red, yellow and green. Her cunt, nipples and breasts were still misshapen, but were begin to normalize. Tuesday wondered if some of the damage was permanent. Sheila wasn't very talkative and Tuesday knew not to ask. Her escort's demeanor was alternating between depressed and terrified. Tuesday certainly understood why. She was slightly buoyed by the Lady's revelation. If Sheila was now a candidate for the modification, then perhaps Tuesday could escape such a fate. Surely the Mistress wouldn't have such a radical procedure performed on both of them. Would she? But Tuesday didn't really know the Mistress. Her exposure to her new owner was extremely limited. And questions weren't exactly welcome. Could anyone be so...callous? Or sadistic? Or...how could you describe anyone who would allow such? Sociopathic?
Tuesday suddenly realized while she was on her knees sucking the cock of a rather well endowed black male asset, that sociopathic behavior could possibly describe the foundation of the facility she was currently residing in.
Of course, she was quite wrong. But her confusion was understandable, because it was deliberately encouraged.
Chapter 29
Tuesday wasn't quite so much sucking the cock of the black male asset as she was fucking it with her throat. It was one of the more brutal encounters she had had so far and she was reveling in it. He had requested to cuff her wrists behind her. And because he knew the system made a loud declaration as he removed the quirt from Tuesday's collar.
“I am not marking this slut as a sign of disappointment of her performance. She hasn't performed yet.” He said loudly in an English accent, looking around and looking directly into several cameras. “I am exercising my prerogative of an asset to obtain a bit of entertainment from a house slut.” He stood back, waiting to see if anything might occur to prevent him from enjoying his pleasure. When no one appeared he smiled down at the beauty kneeling before him. He was tall, built sparsely yet strongly. He was rather good looking with narrow features and a dark caramel color.
“Lovely tits.” He said. “Do you like them to be hurt?” She looked down and nodded slowly. “Good.” And he began to whip them. He was practiced with the instrument. He marked her carefully; delivering stripe after stripe, turning her lovely breasts into an angry red mass. Several overlapping strokes produced small beads of blood, but mainly the globes swelled and hurt. Her nipples seemed ready to burst. She moaned a few times and sucked in a gasp several more; never did she scream. After a while tears began to run down her cheeks. She looked up at her tormentor several times; an amused slight smile decorated his countenance; he never said a word nor seemed anything but relaxed. As the pain built her pussy began to flow. She had experienced torture that could be compared to professional levels; it had trained her to react to it as an erotic stimulant. Up until now she had not be able, or perhaps been unwilling, to relax and let her previous chastisements excite her. But this time, she did.
The black asset, named Howard (Howie to his friends) watched as Tuesday squirmed as he started his exercise. She opened her thighs, spreading her knees and settling back on her feet. At first he thought she was simply in pain, but quickly realized that she was simply finding a more comfortable position to enjoy her pain. Her labia swelled against the rings, trying to part and shortly a thread of her fluid stretched down to the floor. It wasn't long before the thread became a puddle. Howie was both surprised and delighted that the beautiful red head before him was evidently a painslut of the first order. His delight continued and he modified his delivery to extend both his pleasure and hers. This cunt was going to be fun! His smaller head began to exert its dominance, however. The beautiful woman's pain may have been exciting to the larger head, but Howie's rather impressive member was lobbying for equal time, or at least equal access.
Howie put the quirt on a handy table and drew a chair up to the sweating, trembling beauty, busy pouring her lubrication onto the floor. He sat and looked into eyes that weren't focused on him; perhaps not focused in this dimension. He put a large hand behind her head and gently guided her mouth to his cock. Her lips automatically formed an “O”, her eyes closed and her cheeks hollowed. He watched in amazement as her mouth slid down to the base of his cock and the suction increased. He thought she was going to suck him inside out when she slowly began to withdraw her mouth until just the head was inside. Her tongue laved and stroked him. She seemed to return to awareness as she looked into his eyes and winked at him. The “O” of her lips turned up at the corners and she began her trip back down to his abdomen. Her strokes began to increase in speed, perhaps also in intensity. With the actions of her tongue and her sucking, her lips and an occasional moan to vibrate his glans, he couldn't be sure just what was happening. He was sure that it was exquisite. If he could manage to extricate himself from this situation...he would sure as hell buy this bitch!
It didn't take long for her to realize her reward. As she held his balls and carefully caressed them with her fingers she felt them start to tighten and lift. She continued looking into his eyes as his thighs shook and his eyes glazed over and broke contact; rolling back into his head. He jerked as he came, his hands loosely around her head, holding it as he thrust into her mouth, holding her tight to his body. Once, twice, three times; the fourth thrust more a twitch than an actual thrust. He relaxed his hands and they fell to his sides. He looked through narrowed slits at the grinning beauty kneeling before him.
“Did this slut perform adequately, sir?” She asked. He nodded, his head lolling around. He looked at the others sitting and standing around, a light patter of applause rang through the air.
“Shit. Motherfuu...” Was all he could get out. He swallowed, trying to find a drop of moisture to lubricate his lips. “Donald is right. Your name should be 'Delicious'.” She grinned in reply.
Chapter 30
Charles and Christina were watching the performance as Tuesday sucked Howie into a state of delusion.
“You were quite right.” Charles told his lovely, sexy wife as they watched the performance on the projection screen. The screen covered most of the wall; Tuesday was several times larger than life size, projected in extremely high resolution. The magnified details of every pore and hair could have been almost grotesque if the scene hadn't been so sexually hot that the screen might have started smoking. Charles had one hand cupping his wife's breast; her hands were holding his cock and balls; her head in his lap, her tongue curling around the head of the member, licking the pearls that appeared on the tip. They were reclining in their bed; watching as their newest acquisition fulfilled her rites of passage through the trials of being a house slut.
“I've never doubted your talent in selecting assets. This time you have outdone even yourself.” He said, caressing the soft curls on the head in his lap with his other hand. “This one is spectacular. How is her tongue?” He asked. She lifted her head, breaking contact between her mouth and his cock.
“Wonderful. She is an extremely talented cuntlicker. Apparently she is equally talented at sucking cocks.” Christina replied. “When are you going to try her out? I want to see your reaction.”
“Hmm. I was considering giving her an invitation this week. Want to attend? Or just watch on screen. You are an incorrigible voyeur.” He answered. She rose up until her head was even with his and looked at him incredulously.
“ME?” She said loudly. “ME? Who specified the whole damn audio and video surveillance and recording system for this place? Who had to have the most advanced, highest detailed video recording cameras, the literally miles of fiber optic cable...the amplifiers, the switchers, PETABYTES of recoding capacity! Who put the hidden camera in the bathroom to record every drop of piss that fell from my pussy...who planted a camera in the office ladies room of the company you used to own...” Charles interrupted her at last.
“OKAY! So I like to watch. I just happen to share a fascination with Chance the gardener. I like to watch. But so do you.” She settled back against the pillows, her hand still on her husband's cock. She turned her head to look at him as he watched the images on screen.
“Peeper. Pervert peeper.” She accused, smiling as she said it.
“Guilty.” He said. “That's why you love me.” She leaned over, taking his cock into her mouth, swallowing him to the root. She worked her throat muscles over his cock, holding her mouth against him as she swallowed. As she at last pulled away she replied.
“Just one reason. One of many.” She sank back down on his cock, engulfing him until her nose pressed against his curls.
Chapter 31
“You have an invitation” Sheila told Tuesday as they arrived at the dining area. Tuesday turned to look at her escort who was still wearing handcuffs. The quirt under Tuesday's chin swung back and forth.
“An invitation?” She asked excitedly. “Why didn't you mention it before?”
“Because you would have had too many questions.” Sheila replied. “Hush. Eat. It’s for after breakfast.” They ate, Tuesday barely able to sit still. Her mind churned. She would be able to ask Charles...what? Whether she would be maimed? Whether she would be turned into a monstrosity? If the woman who ran this place was a monster herself? Whether she would be given the chance to simply slit her own throat...? She already knew the answer that one – no! She was of no value dead. How could she be of much value as a blind, deaf, voiceless torso. Three hot holes. A voluptuous fuck toy trapping a once intelligent woman in an endless hell. She shook her head as if to sling the thoughts away.
“Are you alright?” Sheila asked. Tears were streaming down Tuesday's cheeks. Tuesday just shook her head; looking down at the table, tears dripping onto the surface like so many raindrops. They finally finished breakfast. Tuesday trembled as she followed Sheila to the Office.
Chapter 31
Sheila knocked on the door, paused then opened it. As it swung open she stepped aside so Tuesday could enter. Tuesday stepped into the doorway as Charles looked up. He saw the gorgeous redhead standing in the doorway. She looked different from the first time she had visited this room. He almost stood as a sign of courtesy but caught himself. Her face was cast slightly down in deference; her eyes searching the floor. But her head was erect, her back was straight and shoulders held back, holding her magnificent breasts high. They showed the effect of the quirt Howard had used. They were very swollen; apparently the Lady Beth had exchanged the bars for longer ones; still the nipples puffed out around the metal. The orbs were mainly a blue-black, streaked with red. The areola were swollen enough to give the impression that the nipples were erect; though they really weren't. Her clitoral protector was a glossy black, bulging from the top of her pussy. Her pussy was also swollen; the lips strained against the golden rings that held her pussy closed. Swollen from the pain? From...what? He considered what Donald had said...she really was Delicious.
“Good morning Tuesday.” Charles greeted her.
“Good morning, sir.” She replied.
“Are you well today?” He inquired. She was looking around the room. Some of the decor had changed. Large framed prints on the wall depicted women in various states of bondage. All were beautiful; all were exquisitely tortured.
“Yes, thank you sir.” She answered, still examining the prints. She wasn't allowed to look at him and couldn't take her eyes from the prints. He watched her examine the art work.
“Do you like the prints?” He asked. She nodded. “They are by Robert Bishop. He went simply by “The Bishop.” He's dead...but his work lives on. Would you like to experience
some of the positions?” She nodded and gave a quick glance toward him without looking at his face.
“That can be arranged. I think you would be quite lovely...and arousing... duplicating his art in real life.” He paused. “Of course you'd have to endure it for a while. That is the whole point...to provide artful arousal while you suffer. I would make sure you suffer. A lot; for a long time. Would you like that?” She nodded and stole another quick glance. He was smiling.
“Please.” She answered. She really was curious; but more so hoped that she might further display her willingness to co operate “with enthusiasm.”
“Please...sit.” He motioned to a chair. “You have been quite impressive as a house slut. I believe that you enjoy performing in that capacity. Do you?” She sat and considered his question.
“Yes...yes, sir. I do.” She answered.
“Why is that?” He asked. “And you may please look at me when we talk from now on.” That startled her; she looked at him almost in amazement. He was smiling gently. “This is a place for you to relax a bit...a respite from the responsibilities that await you outside that door.” That gave her pause. She didn't really have any responsibilities that she could think of.
“Responsibilities, sir?” She asked. He laughed.
“Well, not so much yet, but you will. At least you can escape the threat of punishment. How's that?” He asked.
“Thank you, sir.” She smiled at him. “It is still a bit...intimidating.”
“Yes. It is supposed to be. When it ceases to be intimidating, then someone isn't doing their job correctly.” He paused before continuing. “I wanted to tell you that we think that your progress thus far is encouraging.” He told her. Her heart began to thump. “You have demonstrated a remarkable enthusiasm. And you are quite lovely. I think our acquisition of you was a wise choice. I am in great favor of keeping you intact...your appearance wouldn't be enhanced by having you diminished.” Tuesday's heart began to pound. “And your attributes would certainly be seriously curtailed. I am going to recommend that you be trained toward the goal that your talents have demonstrated thus far.” Her heart leaped at the news. She trembled as she asked.
“What is that, sir?” She looked into his eyes as she asked the question, searching for more signs of encouragement.
“You thrive on sex and pain. We shall encourage that diet. Until one is incomplete without the other.” He said simply, still a slight smile on his face.
She dropped her head and held her face in her hands. She took a large gasp, then another and released it, tears flowing from between her fingers. She looked up at him, eyes shining.
“Thank you sir. Thank you. I...I can't understand why Helena...but I...I couldn't...” She covered her face again. She heard him say quietly:
“It won't happen. Not to you. Not ever.” She looked at him again. His face was kind and caring. Her relief was total. Her whole face showed her joy. “That's not to say that it won't happen to anyone else. But not to you.” She considered this.
“Shelia?” She asked.
“She isn't your concern. You are your concern. I'm not saying that to be callous...but just like outside these walls, we all have to be personally responsible. You cannot carry someone else without hindering yourself. You don't have to step on anyone else...but you can't expect someone else to carry you, either. That is something that a few others have yet to learn. If one expects to be carried by others, they can't complain if the load gets lightened.” He never changed his expression, but she understood his meaning.
They were interrupted by a single knock on the door; then it swung open without invitation. The Mistress Christine entered the room. Charles stood up and instantly Tuesday did the same, her face tilted down; eyes toward the floor.
“Hello Charles.” Mistress Christine said, as if she hadn't seen him yet that day.
“Hello, Mistress. Welcome.” He replied. Tuesday didn't know what to say so she remained silent.
“Cat got your tongue?” Christine asked of Tuesday.
“Sorry, Mistress. I...this slut...doesn't yet know the protocols. Hello and good day, Mistress.” Tuesday answered. Christine grinned at her discomfort.
“You're quick...you'll learn.” The Mistress replied. “Have you had an interesting visit, thus far?”
“Yes ma'am. Yes, very.” She replied. She still hadn't looked up but she was smiling at the floor. Christine was still grinning.
“What has been most...interesting?” Christine asked. “And you can look up.” Tuesday looked up, her eyes filled with tears.
“Mr. Charles...” She was terrified to say what she wanted to say. What if the Mistress didn't concur? “Mr. Charles said that he preferred that I wouldn't be...diminished.” She blurted out.
Oh? Did he?” Christine said with a raised eyebrow and a questioning tone in her voice. “Then let's sit down. I want to hear his opinion.” It was an act, but one that Tuesday was unaware of. They sat. “Charles. What IS your opinion about this? I think the Lady Beth's idea held some merit. Perhaps Helena could use some...companionship? Or maybe competition?”
“Perhaps she could. But I think that it would be a waste of a very valuable investment for that person to be Tuesday. She has demonstrated a particularly popular talent as a house slut. I believe you have partaken of her skills...what is your opinion of her talents?” He answered.
“Hmmm. She does have quite a talented tongue. Eager...long enough. She knows how and where to lick. But have you had the experience yet?” Christine asked him. He shook his head.
“I guess I'm the last one to sample her charms.” He replied.
“Then it is time.” Christine said. “I'll observe. You judge her talent; I'll judge her enthusiasm.” Charles then stood and walked around to the front of the desk. It was a standard desk; Helena's contribution to the furniture arts had been removed to another area. He slipped off his shoes – deck shoes, Tuesday noticed – then his slacks. He folded the slacks up and reached over, placing them on the chair he had just vacated and pulled his boxers off and tossed them over as well. He pulled another straight chair from against the wall and sat down. He looked at Tuesday with an amused smile and said:
“You may begin.” Tuesday dropped to her knees on the floor and crawled over to him. She gently parted his knees and slipped closer. She glanced down to see where his cock was; it was beginning to firm up and point toward her face. She grinned at him and without taking her eyes from his dipped her head enough to get the tip of his cock between her lips. She nursed the head, licking carefully and lightly, sucking at the tip, gathering saliva to wash it with. She continued to look in his eyes as her mouth slipped a bit further down, covering the entire head now, still licking and sucking. She massaged the fleshy knob with her tongue, applying various pressures, changing the speed of her tongue. She continued this for a few minutes. Then he saw the corners of her mouth curl up a bit as she suddenly sank her mouth all the way to his belly, sucking and swallowing. His toes curled up even more than her lips and he stiffened, the action thrusting his erection further into her throat. She pushed back as if trying to gain another millimeter of flesh. When she felt him start to relax, she eased back until her mouth again covered only the head. She began again. She repeated the act; sucking and licking. She continued for many minutes, judging how aroused he was becoming. As she felt him tremble she made one more trip but this time as she bottomed out she reached down with her hand and cupped her palm under her pussy. She worked a finger under the rings securing her labia together far enough to release the flood that had been trapped there. She caught the palm full of fluid and reached further back, smearing around and in her anus. She repeated the action, making sure that her pucker was well lubricated. Charles was very well hung. Obviously not the largest cock in the house, but excepting the Roscoes, one of the largest.
She caught another dollop and looked over at Mistress Christine as she withdrew her mouth from the base of his cock. The Mistress was observing very carefully. Her legs were crossed; the short skirt ridding up her thighs. If she were to uncross them, a very soaked thong would be revealed.
Tuesday pulled her mouth off of Charles' cock and smoothly brought the pussy slime up and coated it with the fragrant liquid. Then in a continuing movement she turned around, bent down slightly and squatted, guiding the shaft into her anus. She sank down and began to put her exercises to practice. She couldn't see, but Christine could, as Charles' eyes widened and he swallowed, just before taking a deep breath. A moan followed as he closed his eyes. Tuesday turned her head around far enough to assure herself that her efforts were effective. Then she lifted her butt from his lap and began to fuck his cock with her ass. Christine squirmed, watching the performance. She would need a bit of personal attention herself in a few minutes.
Tuesday clasped the cock in her ass and massaged it with her sphincter. She effectively milked the shaft, trying to determine how close he was to losing his load. She didn't want that to happen yet. His hands were on her hips, stroking the firm flesh, running his hands up and down her thighs. She felt him begin to tremble again so she slipped off the cock, turning back around and swallowed the shaft to the bottom once more. Christine jumped at the action and saw a grinning Tuesday looking back at her. Tuesday lifted his balls and caressed them carefully; then she pulled her mouth away to give his balls a quick but thorough washing. She returned her mouth to his cock and again looked into his eyes. She started bobbing her head while swallowing, sucking hard all the way to the root and back to the head. Her cheeks hollowed, her throat muscles working hard. She felt his hands on the side of her head as she watched his eyes roll back and close. She pressed her mouth hard to his loins and felt the shaft jerk as it jetted his load directly down her throat. She swallowed and kept swallowing until he gently held her head and moved it away.
“Stop.” He croaked. “At least for a few minutes. No more right now.” At last he opened his eyes, looking at her; but they didn't seem to focus on her. Tuesday glanced over at Christine. She had uncrossed her legs, holding them squeezed tightly together; her hands clenched into fists pressing into her crotch. She was biting her upper lip and her eyes looked to be moist. Tuesday sat back on her heels.
“Was this slut's performance satisfactory, sir?” She asked. Charles nodded, pursing his lips.
“Very. Very.” Was all he said. She turned to Christine.
“Ma'am?” She asked. Christine was apparently surprised as well as pleased. She just nodded her head.
“Yes. Most satisfactory.” What Christine wanted right then was to grab Tuesday's head and force her face into the very wet crotch Christine was holding with her fists. And Tuesday would have been more than happy to oblige. But that wouldn't fit into the cool, collected character that Christine cultivated. So she simply said:
“I think that modifications won't be required. I believe you are equipped rather well already. We'll just continue your training. Anything else, Charles?” She asked. He shook his head.
“Not at this time.” He said. He had regained a bit of composure. “That was rather spectacular. And I've had spectacular before. You may go back to your day.”
“Thank you, sir. Thank you, Mistress.” Tuesday smiled at them both and rose, turned and went out the door. Once the door had closed Charles looked over at his wife.
“Darling...you're wonderful and I do love you tremendously. But that was as good a blowjob and ass fuck as I've ever had. Donald is right. Her name should be Delicious.” Christine gazed back at him.
“Delicious, then, she is.” She replied.
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