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Angel had dressed as smartly as she could to answer the call of the Goddess Adelaide. Now as she stood before the door of what she knew to be the Goddess? special chamber, she wondered if a fitted black silk blouse, a tight black leather mini skirt and high heeled leather boots struck the right note. Perhaps she should have searched for something more humble. Her outfit might suggest she saw herself on an equal level to the Goddess, rather than as her possession, her slave. She bit her lower lip and shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot as she stood looking at the heavy Escort Karaköy oak door before her, waiting for a response to her knock. xxx At the rap at the door, the Goddess rose up from the black silk sheets of the bed, letting the huge hard cock she had been sucking busily, slide from her throat. She spat a wad of thick saliva onto Orlando?s belly. He groaned and sat up. He was a brute of a slave; all shining tan skin and lean muscle, entirely shaved of hair on his head and body. The Goddess pointed to a diamond blue pill on the bedside Kayaşehir escort cabinet, something that was still available from the ?old world?, in the emerging ?new world? after the war. ?Swallow that slave,? she commanded. ?The girl must get no respite.? xxx ?Well, well,? the Goddess smiled as she ushered Angel into her chamber, and had her stand beside the bed, ?all dressed up to please, I see?? ?Yes Goddess,? Angel nodded. Adelaide traced the swell of Angel?s heaving breasts with the palms of her hands, pleased to note how hard the Küçükçekmece escort bayan girl?s nipples already were, jutting out against the clinging silk of her blouse. The black buttons of the blouse clattered across the wooden floorboards as Adelaide slipped her fingertips inside the lapel of the blouse, and ripped it open in one violent movement. Angel gasped in surprise, and her large breasts bounced free from their confinement. Adelaide slapped Angel across her exposed breasts, and Angel?s deep moan was as equal in desire as it was in pain. She whimpered as she stood before the Goddess, her blouse ruined, her youthful beauty exposed. The Goddess looked to her male slave. He rose up from the bed and took his place behind Angel. Angel tried to turn as she felt the thick fingers of Orlando move up her legs, working the tight leather of her skirt up the curve of her thighs.