The glaze on Krissy’s lips drew the mistress in for a shared taste, a dancing, probing kiss of tongue. xxx 18 The line of hard flesh molding tents in both men’s pants portrayed bad intentions and caused her another helpless squirm. Slaves were not to administer without approval or command. Now she knew where the second intruder had gone and she damn well didn’t like it…yet. Donna used a soft wet cloth, but the other two lapped with tongue and collected with searching fingertips. Knowing she’d be under wing made Krissy at ease attending the event. Yellowman spit in his palm and stroked his shaft before placing the purple headed monster to the slave’s puckered asshole. To squirm and cry protest past the cock in her mouth was to no avail, with a wet pop the
