Critical shook her cunt with his hand for a time, then ripped off the clamps, jetting her body to further heights.
The frenzy over, he eased her down as the crowd began to move on elsewhere and they were left alone with Diva.
“You are a natural,” she heard Diva’s voice speak with a sigh of longing.
Exhaustion made her weak.
Critical was standing over her, the hem of his kimono tickling the edges of her skin, lightly. She gazed upwards into the faces of her Mistress and this Master, then without instruction moved to her knees and bowed at their feet.
Diva had wanted her with Critical from the start. Her instincts suggested that this would be the perfect pairing, but Lana couldn’t see herself bowing to any man forever, for even as long as a week. She lacked any vision for herself a
