Shadows From the PastChapter 12
Heather fought to hold the tray steady as she knelt before her Mistress, her thighs spread wide as Marcie lay between them, gently licking Heather's pussy to the edge of a withheld orgasm. Heather let out another shaky moan as Marcie teased her clit with quick flicks of her tongue until she trembled, rattling the cutlery on the plate. "Steady now, slave," Laura said in a soft but admonishing voice. She put down the glass of wine next to the plate and picked up the knife and fork. "Don't...