Frederick’s tongue whipped at Madeline like the tongue of a snake. It only stopped on occasion when Marsha would find a sensitive portion of her love tunnel to brush against his cock head. It drove him mad when it did.<br/>----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Timothy grinned and yanked on the leash again, “should her your submission slave, lick your new mistresses feet.”<br/><br/>The big-breasted woman looked happy in the order and leaned down and tongued Elena’s left foot first. Each toe was given attention. As she did her duty, her nipples bounced on the cold pavement leaving wetness.<br/>