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This was absolutely killing Anthony. He did not want to share Isabelle with any man, let alone these pigs who would pay anything for a tryst with the gorgeous, exotic blonde. As Adelaide kicked her, Anthony's entire body clenched and tried to pull from the chains that bound him. He had spent the last two weeks earning the wicked whore's trust and he hoped to soon be set free enough to put his escape plan into effect.
After kicking Isabelle and grabbing her by the hair she had been handed over to some wenches to be prepped for bidding tonight. Anthony had to stop that somehow, his Isabelle was nearing the point of ruination and would soon reach the point that she might never be his again. "Mistress...don't you think that you and I deserve a special night ourselves?" She had her hand on his chest and was licking his lips as she grinded her pussy into him, wanting to harden his cock for her pleasure.
Recently Anthony had not been his old self, he had concentrated with all of his might not to let his body respond to her touches, for it was all part of the plan. "Mistress, you know you are the most beautiful woman I have ever fucked." He lied, "but I am a man of strong appetites, what if you and I shared the blonde once she is prepped, don't put her up for bid tonight, let her be our plaything, an aphrodisiac to highten our pleasure, I promise you will be pleased with how the use of her will allow me to give you the best of me...the big hard cock ready to serve you!"
Adelaide had doubts, "She is your whore, what kind of trick is this?" Anthony laughed, "She was my whore, but now we both serve you, and how could you possibly think I would prefer any other woman's cunt to the spectacular flower of my mistress?" Anthony was playing to her ego and he could see it was working. She called her best wench. "Take the Captain down, and unleash him, bath him in the finest oils, and when finished bring me him and the blonde whore....a a feast of chicken, oysters and wine....I want to be alone tonight....just me and my two slaves!"
After kicking Isabelle and grabbing her by the hair she had been handed over to some wenches to be prepped for bidding tonight. Anthony had to stop that somehow, his Isabelle was nearing the point of ruination and would soon reach the point that she might never be his again. "Mistress...don't you think that you and I deserve a special night ourselves?" She had her hand on his chest and was licking his lips as she grinded her pussy into him, wanting to harden his cock for her pleasure.
Recently Anthony had not been his old self, he had concentrated with all of his might not to let his body respond to her touches, for it was all part of the plan. "Mistress, you know you are the most beautiful woman I have ever fucked." He lied, "but I am a man of strong appetites, what if you and I shared the blonde once she is prepped, don't put her up for bid tonight, let her be our plaything, an aphrodisiac to highten our pleasure, I promise you will be pleased with how the use of her will allow me to give you the best of me...the big hard cock ready to serve you!"
Adelaide had doubts, "She is your whore, what kind of trick is this?" Anthony laughed, "She was my whore, but now we both serve you, and how could you possibly think I would prefer any other woman's cunt to the spectacular flower of my mistress?" Anthony was playing to her ego and he could see it was working. She called her best wench. "Take the Captain down, and unleash him, bath him in the finest oils, and when finished bring me him and the blonde whore....a a feast of chicken, oysters and wine....I want to be alone tonight....just me and my two slaves!"