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Knowing one's place

... and she shook violently as if struck by a bolt of electricity. As her clit was serviced she spasmed wildly in her constraints and her cries of anguish became cries of relief. The man stood up, positioned himself behind her, adjusted her bindings to allow her knees to fall and took his fill, fucking her bestially. Miss Montsarde sighed, "She lasted over an hour, which is really quite commendable, but we all 'ave our limits," she commented nonchalantly to Amy, as if they were watching a sporting event. Amy didn't know what to say and simply stood there with her cheeks a deep crimson. She could feel the moisture welled up in her own pussy and a damp patch in her panties. She had always been fairly impervious to porn and was surprised by her reaction; the speed of her beating heart and the loss of her mental faculties. This was not simple aesthetic porn but real. Real people openly fucking in front of her. She could smell the sweat and sex in the air, feel the emotion. "She is at ze beginning of 'er training. No one actually touched 'er so she could more easily control 'erself. Controlling the mind 'owever, is an equally important exercise. Marc, my new protégé is going to position 'erself on the floor where you were. I think the little slut needs some anal now," she said and slapped on the prostrate woman's rump. Amy looked over at her questioningly. "You will lie under 'er and observe," she detailed. Amy lay on her back and felt the sweat on the floor seep through into the ...

... material of her top. She watched the woman's face as Marc introduced himself into her back passage. Again, there was the apparent mix of pleasure and pain. Amy was unable to remain detached from the events; her pussy was crying out for attention. Her ears were assaulted by the events; flesh slapping and slopping against flesh, moaning and grunting, restraints jingling. The woman's breasts jiggled about over the top of her in time with Marc's thrusting cock which Amy imagined buried in her own virgin ass. She felt as if she were on drugs; slightly removed from reality, with her body pulsing furiously. "Marc, you will finish yourself in my assistant's mouth." Camille's voice was like a distant echo in Amy's ears. "Amee, get up, enfin!" she insisted, seemingly irritated by her slowness of thought. "On your knees. Mouth open! Marc!" Marc came over and wanked himself into her open orifice. He seemingly spilled his spunk on command and Amy's tongue soon felt his creamy seed spraying all over. She was paralysed and suddenly didn't know what to do with the accumulation of foreign body in her mouth. "Swallow, spit, as you want," Miss Montsarde intervened timely, "but let's go now. Thank you Marc, ladies," she gave a curt nod to each in turn. With that she turned on her heel. Amy, not wanting to straggle, and not seeing an appropriate place to spit, swallowed. She then jumped to her feet and followed her patron. The rest of the tour continued like that, with Amy in a daze, feeling like she ...