to do. Brenda gazed down at her and looked to Robert. He smiled back at his wife and pressed Jane's head down toward her pussy. Brenda hiked her nightgown and shifted herself so that her pussy was now directly in Jane's face. Jane held her breath and bent down. She was trying to get up the nerve to 'kiss' Brenda when she felt her head jerked roughly back by the hair.
"Got a problem, frog?" Robert said harshly. "My wife not good enough for you, huh? Now do it like you mean it, and don't forget my needles!" He let go of her head suddenly and she fell forward, losing
her balance for a moment, her cheek brushing Brenda's thigh. Flustered, Jane righted herself and again leaned between Brenda's spread legs. This time she gingerly stuck out her tongue and touched Brenda's pussy.
The scent of musk and sex assailed her nostrils. Holding her breath, Jane closed her eyes, moving slowly closer. She licked the outer folds and Brenda sighed happily. "That's it, froggy, that's it." It wasn't so bad; a little salty but not bitter like Robert's semen.
With surprising gentleness Brenda guided Jane's head, positioning her and pressing against her to encourage her kisses in just the right spots. Jane began to lick and suck in earnest, as Brenda responded with her moans and movements. Encouraged by her fear of the needles and also emboldened by Brenda's response, Jane put a hand on either thigh to get better access to her sex.
She remembered the movements and techniques Robert had employed on her and tried to imitate them on Brenda. It seemed to be working, as Brenda sighed and her breathing quickened to a pant. Robert sat near them, his huge cock in his hand as he watched his naked prisoner lick his wife's cunt.
Something strange began happening to Jane. She wasn't crazy about licking another woman's pussy, but she found that she got a little thrill from the responses she was drawing from Brenda. This woman who had tortured and abused her for so many weeks was now writhing and moaning under her tongue and hands. Jane was the one in control! Jane had the power to make this woman respond and she liked it!
She continued to kiss and lick her, even daring to press one finger into her sticky entrance. Brenda bucked into her hand when Jane did this, crying out, "Yes! Yes!" And then she shuddered, holding Jane's head tightly against her, fucking herself against Jane's tongue and mouth, her vaginal walls clamping on Jane's finger as she reached her climax.
At last she let go of Jane's head and Jane drew back a little, feeling a secret triumph, though not quite daring to wipe her wet mouth and face. "Good froggy." Robert patted her head in a gesture which
secretly infuriated Jane, but she only bowed her head, keeping her eyes down. "Now you can sit quietly on the floor. Don't move. You can watch me fuck my wife. She seemed to like what you did. So no needles today. Not yet." He laughed cruelly, pulling Jane to the floor and ordering her to stay still as he climbed onto his wife and rutted with her in front of their slave.
***
"Hold yourself open. And don't move. And don't whimper. Not a sound." Jane was on her hands and knees on the floor. Robert was crouching behind her, cock poised at her pussy. When she didn't instantly obey, he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head up sharply. "I said hold yourself open! Reach around and spread your pussy for me. You know you want it, slut. Now do it ." He accented the words by pushing her head roughly forward.
Now that she had been introduced to the supposed wonder of his cock, with all the fanfare in his bed, fucking Jane was a daily event.
A vasectomy several years back prevented that annoying inconvenience of getting his sluts pregnant. Not that he bothered to inform them; why tell an object anything at all? Except when you wanted something from them. They existed solely for his pleasure. It was that simple in Robert's terribly twisted mind.
Leaning with her shoulders against the hard wood for
"Got a problem, frog?" Robert said harshly. "My wife not good enough for you, huh? Now do it like you mean it, and don't forget my needles!" He let go of her head suddenly and she fell forward, losing
her balance for a moment, her cheek brushing Brenda's thigh. Flustered, Jane righted herself and again leaned between Brenda's spread legs. This time she gingerly stuck out her tongue and touched Brenda's pussy.
The scent of musk and sex assailed her nostrils. Holding her breath, Jane closed her eyes, moving slowly closer. She licked the outer folds and Brenda sighed happily. "That's it, froggy, that's it." It wasn't so bad; a little salty but not bitter like Robert's semen.
With surprising gentleness Brenda guided Jane's head, positioning her and pressing against her to encourage her kisses in just the right spots. Jane began to lick and suck in earnest, as Brenda responded with her moans and movements. Encouraged by her fear of the needles and also emboldened by Brenda's response, Jane put a hand on either thigh to get better access to her sex.
She remembered the movements and techniques Robert had employed on her and tried to imitate them on Brenda. It seemed to be working, as Brenda sighed and her breathing quickened to a pant. Robert sat near them, his huge cock in his hand as he watched his naked prisoner lick his wife's cunt.
Something strange began happening to Jane. She wasn't crazy about licking another woman's pussy, but she found that she got a little thrill from the responses she was drawing from Brenda. This woman who had tortured and abused her for so many weeks was now writhing and moaning under her tongue and hands. Jane was the one in control! Jane had the power to make this woman respond and she liked it!
She continued to kiss and lick her, even daring to press one finger into her sticky entrance. Brenda bucked into her hand when Jane did this, crying out, "Yes! Yes!" And then she shuddered, holding Jane's head tightly against her, fucking herself against Jane's tongue and mouth, her vaginal walls clamping on Jane's finger as she reached her climax.
At last she let go of Jane's head and Jane drew back a little, feeling a secret triumph, though not quite daring to wipe her wet mouth and face. "Good froggy." Robert patted her head in a gesture which
secretly infuriated Jane, but she only bowed her head, keeping her eyes down. "Now you can sit quietly on the floor. Don't move. You can watch me fuck my wife. She seemed to like what you did. So no needles today. Not yet." He laughed cruelly, pulling Jane to the floor and ordering her to stay still as he climbed onto his wife and rutted with her in front of their slave.
***
"Hold yourself open. And don't move. And don't whimper. Not a sound." Jane was on her hands and knees on the floor. Robert was crouching behind her, cock poised at her pussy. When she didn't instantly obey, he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head up sharply. "I said hold yourself open! Reach around and spread your pussy for me. You know you want it, slut. Now do it ." He accented the words by pushing her head roughly forward.
Now that she had been introduced to the supposed wonder of his cock, with all the fanfare in his bed, fucking Jane was a daily event.
A vasectomy several years back prevented that annoying inconvenience of getting his sluts pregnant. Not that he bothered to inform them; why tell an object anything at all? Except when you wanted something from them. They existed solely for his pleasure. It was that simple in Robert's terribly twisted mind.
Leaning with her shoulders against the hard wood for
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