Lady Cloe pulled the slave into the living room and directed him to lay down on the ground. As he did so, he felt a nervous twinge in his groin, anticipating what was to come. Upon command, Lady Cloe stepped forward and lifted up the lower part of the slave's shirt, exposing his protruding abdomen. She didn't waste any time before delving her hand into his pants, grabbing hold of his manhood roughly and giving it a tug.
Meanwhile, Lady Faye had taken a seat on a comfortable chair in the middle of the room, elegantly crossing her legs as she watched the unfolding scene play out before her. Her blue eyes gleamed with excitement, her lush burgundy lips curved into a predatory smile. The air was heavy with anticipation as Lady Cloe stepped up behind the helpless male and positioned herself strategically.
Without any warning, Lady Cloe drove her foot forward into the slave's lower abdomen, eliciting a gasp of pain from him. She then placed her other foot against his chest, pushing down firmly as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "How does it feel, slave?" Her hot breath sent shivers down his spine as she teasingly ************d at his manhood through his pants.
As Lady Cloe's foot continued to grind against his torso, she could feel his cock twitching with desire beneath her touch. She chuckled darkly and looked over at Lady Faye, who nodded her approval, encouraging her to continue. With renewed vigor, Lady Cloe applied more pressure, grinding her foot harder against his sensitive flesh. The slave yelped in pain but also moaned in pleasure at the strange sensation coursing through his body.
