On your knees

The King ordered them onto their knees, and as one the nine naked **** girls got down onto the cushions and blankets on the floor. The king started at the far end from Agathe. She couldn’t really see what was going on, and stared straight ahead, but assumed the King was trying out the mouth of each **** girl. She could hear slurping and the odd grunt and murmur. Her Freedonian husband had liked it when she played with his balls whilst taking him in her mouth, but with her hands behind her back this wasn’t possible. When she was owned properly would she still spend most of her time tied up or not?

The King gradually made his way down the line, spending a few seconds with some, and longer with other girls. He thrust into Lika’s mouth, next to Agathe, for about a minute, the diminutive blonde staying absolutely still throughout.

When it was her turn Agathe opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. The King put his slippery phallus inside her mouth and stood there. Was he waiting to see what she did? Instinctively she started moving her head back and forth rather than waiting for him to thrust. After two or three thrusts she slowly took his entire length into her mouth and, taking a chance, looked up at him, right in the eyes and remained still. The King raised his eyebrows and she thought she detected a smile. She stayed absolutely still, and so did the King. She started to gag, but tried to keep the phallus at the top of her throat. After many uncomfortable seconds she had to withdraw, and slowly pulled back, a string of saliva arching from her tongue back to the King’s glistening phallus. He smiled at her again. She hoped she’d done well.