<em>Dana and Tommy, Roadside</em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3607704#msg3607704">Quote from: TheVillain on 09-09-2010, 10:06:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tommy let his hands off of her ass he he gets up to his knees, starting on his own zippers. His fly opens and he reaches inside to pull out that famous, big, and thick cock.<br/><br/>"<strong>I don't know, have you been a good bitch? Why don't you show me wit ha bit of a show?</strong>" Tommy chuckles as he undoes the clasp of his pants. When his cock finally gets free it shows that it's at least part way erect already.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Master's little bitch gonna get<em>bitchier</em>if you hold out on me," Dana snapped, laughing. Her heels found purchase on the ground; she thrust her bared hips upward, one hand pulling her labia apart to display her dripping wetness. "But I don't remember taking my birth control pill today," she said slyly, targeting his fetish. "Maybe you'd better not." She wriggled out from under him, rising to her knees; the hand on her crotch moved to his, her slick fingers sliding wetly around his head before gripping the shaft softly. "Who knows what might happen if you fucked me now?" she purred, her eyes half-lidded, her lips tilted to his. Her other hand gripped his and ran it over the taut flatness of her belly, inviting him to imagine her empty womb filled, her gorgeous figure carrying his child.<br/><br/><br/><br/><em>Emma, outside Raymond's bedroom</em><br/><br/>A quick note over the mansion's intercom had alerted Emma that Lex was now in Mistress' possession. Supplied with new orders, the petite slave had applied her make-up with practiced rapidity and combed her hair into an artfully tousled style that suggested she was fresh from a romp in the bedroom. Wearing six-inch black stilettos, a black leather collar,  and a matching set of onyx earrings, Emma tottered quickly toward Raymond's bedroom, clad only in a dark, pornographically short halter dress (http://www.wickedtemptations.com/cowl-halter-dress-135970-prd1.htm) whose v-neck plunged past her gem-studded navel. With every step, the dress fluttered, casually revealing the blonde's pink, perky nipples. In her finely manicured hands, she clutched a small bucket of ice containing an old vintage of a wine the house staff suspected Mr. Jacobs enjoyed. The condensation beaded on her fingers and long, bright blue nails.<br/>Click-click-click went her heels on the floor. Before becoming one of the Darlings' toys, Emma could have counted the times she'd worn high heels on one hand - she'd always been a bit of a tomboy at heart, with good, gamine legs for running and a strong pitching arm. Master and Mistress had complimented her on how quickly she picked up the skill of walking in high heels, but Emma suspected that, with punishments like whippings and brutal sodomy, she owed most of her success to her teachers.<br/>Emma pivoted before the door. She shivered a little in trepidation. Mr. Jacobs was a new guest - who could know what he would do to her? Some of her best - and worst - nights had happened behind a door in this hallway. Nervously, she put a hand to her mouth and breathed on it - her breath was still minty fresh. She'd downed practically half a box of the sugar-free mints, but she couldn't resist checking - it was one of her little nervous habits.<em>I'm sweating</em>, she thought irrationally, and pressed the cold bucket into the bare valley of her cleavage.<br/><br/><em>Ok. It's showtime</em>, she told herself after a moment.<br/><br/>She rapped on the door, full of bravado, and knelt before it, her ankles under her bottom, her knees wide apart, the bucket between them doing more to preserve her scant modesty than the dress did. Drops of water ran down her cleavage. She was committed now - no backing out, no running to Mistress and begging for another task. Her fate and her body were now under someone else's control - and just as it had every day for the last two years, that knowledge set her libido afire.<br/><br/><em>Hello, Mr. Jacobs, I'm here to fuck your brains out!</em>she thought, a small smile decorating her lush red lips as she waited eagerly for him to answer the door.