I expect you to be grateful for it.”
“I am…ahhh…I am, Your Supremacy. And she didn’t want to talk to Daymon, anyhow. Okxxx Furniture which also could pleasure His Supremacy. Or something. Ten or twenty minutes passed, quietly, except for Collasa’s near-constant gags. She was nervous, but hopeful about the prospect of getting her life back – or, perhaps more accurately, of truly starting a new life as one of His concubines. “Follow me,” he said. “How are you?,” Daymon asked, awkwardly. That would faciliate trade. “Fuuck….Tetenia, go around the back,” He said, almost at a whisper. “Fuck, Your Supremacy, Fuck, Your Supremaaaahhhh,” Karina cried. “Ahh, fuck, that’s good,” His Supremacy said, though it wasn’t clear what he was referring to. Yet, He did not touch their pussies at all.
