Unable to reach the ultimate release of the orgasm so close within her, Gemma mumbled frantic pleas into her gag, begging to be made to submit, her eyes filled with the humble desire of a slavegirl who knew her pleasure was dependent on the whim of her Mistresses.
“Randy little b***h,” Lydia chuckled, “You want it, don't you?” and Gemma whimpered in need, her desperation all too obvious to the brunette.
“Will you promise to be a good little slave if we give you what you want, eh? Will you promise to be obedient and docile and humble if we make you come? Will you crawl on your knees and beg to be allowed to please us, slave? Well, will you?” Lydia's mocking taunts brought a vivid scarlet flush to Gemma's gagged cheeks, because Gemma was shamefully aware that she would do all of those thin
