Before the unplugged troll waitress disappeared, Gwenda stopped her one more time in order to seize her<a class="externalLink" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/81hF-vUXNZL._SL1500_.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">black leather collar</a>that had spikes rather than studs, unlike the collars of most other employees in the tavern.<br/><br/>“Alright. I want you to stop touching yourself,” the succubus said, leaned her face right in front of the draenei’s, stared into her eyes with slightly parted lips that exposed the tip of her tongue, and slowly lifted the huge anal beads towards the woman’s rear.<br/><br/>“The first one’s a gift,” Gwenda said, her tone full of arrogance and enticement, squished the topmost one of the three-inch beads—the one coated with saliva—into the woman’s throbbing anus until it got sucked inside, and left the toy to dangle from her bottom.<br/><br/>“If you want me to<i>plop</i>it out, you’ll have to let me put this on your neck,” Gwenda explained and hovered the open collar above the draenei’s bust, where she could see it clearly, “Put those hands away. No touching, remember? Hold them behind your back if you have to.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>