#95191 - Yes Mistress, the new slave whispered meekly, writhing a little awkwardly as she struggles to stand upright, a barely audible buzzing giving some hint to the source of her discomfort. Get a good look, Master the Mistress coos, climbing onto the bed and massaging his wounded cock roughly, and tell me if that's not the best tongue job you've ever seen? H-hard to say he croaked out, voice hoarse with unachievable desire. After all, you must set a good example for our slave, she said, calling his attention to the foot of the bed where their new plaything stood meekly wearing little but a translucent frilly apron, the standard choker and the marks of her training across her soft caramel skin, eyes wide behind her black-framed glasses, silky black hair pulled back in a ponytail, holding with trembling gloved hands a tray with the mistress' tools.