Truth or Dare with My Best Friend Turned Wild

“You summoned me, Mistress?”
“Yes, this is Gardenia. 21sextury The bitch’s training was complete and she didn’t need to be held in place to accept her Mistress’s urine. “Yes, Madam,” she moaned. This bitch needs three more spankings!”
Another stinging slap, reddened cheeks jiggling, my pussy burning for a woman’s mouth. They were a breeding pair, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. “Yes?” I asked, annoyed that they interrupted my devotion. “This one, Cuntlapper?”
Her eyes widened in shock and she didn’t answer me. She had a handful of Annie’s fiery hair and ground the slave’s face into her cunt, sighing softly. “Thank you, Mistress,” Cuntlapper purred. All were bastard daughters of the God Mark. “I do, Mistress,” Cuntlapper smiled. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw’s seat. I gave her a kiss on the lips and allowed my hand to fondle her bottom. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. “Good,” I answered. I hefted a thick one. One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The busy streets cleared for us. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark. June 8th, 2052 – Sarai Saqqaf – Delhi, District of Southeast Asia
Diane pissed in Cuntlapper’s mouth. “Make her cum on your cock!”
“Oh, yes, Madam!” grunted Akane as she humped away. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white dress trimmed with gold. My lover collected other slaves over the years.