Magpie shuddered as Xany took hold of her leash, a shameful blush creeping across her cheeks as she was inspected for, and found lacking, a cock. She apologised to her new mistress as she was yanked back onto her knees and crawled along next to her quick striding heels, her tender knees pressing into the carpet beneath her as she moved over the deep plush, the synthetic fibres leaving a slight burn across her exposed flesh as she hurried to keep up.<br/><br/>As her mistress settled down on the soft couch near the newcomer Magpie settled into a graceful kneel, her heels tucked neatly to one side of her body, hands resting palms upward one on top of another. The sweep of her hair framed her face as she awaited her mistress's pleasure, and she bit her lip with worry as her eye level brushed past brandon's bound genitals, something she knew she could not give her mistress. Perhaps therefore she would be awaiting her mistress's pleasure for a very long time to come...