Zalah is given the first task of a new member

“Ah, I must admit that I can see why Amina was so quick in granting you membership.” Tymon smiled at Zalah as his sensitive cockhead was rubbed against the soft palm of her hand.
“I thought that that would be evident just from looking at me.” Zalah’s retort caused the big-dicked hunk to cock his right eyebrow.

“Enough of that!” Amina suddenly cried out, closing in the distance to the blonde mega-slut and slapping the wrist of the hand with which the blonde was teasing the man’s heavy manhood.

“Aow!” Zalah complained, removing her hand from Tymon’s dick and rubbing her left hand over the smacked wrist, “What did you do that for?”
“I’m afraid that Amina had a very good reason for doing so,” Tymon told Zalah, the tall stud now grabbing hold of his own cock, “this is of limits to you until you have performed the duties of a new member.”
To emphasise his words, Tymon lifted his massive schlong away from Zalah, denying her any more easy access to it.

“Great,” Zalah placed her hands on her hips and pouted her lips, while strings of cum seemed to hang from every curve on her body, even her elbows displaying long trails of white swivelling beneath them, “more hoops to go through.”
“Alright,” Zalah asked Tymon and Amina, the two owners of the peculiar establishment standing before her, “what am I to do this time?”
“Simple,” Amina smiled at Zalah, “there are seven women in this room, excluding you, who I must admit is a hell of a lot of woman, and seven days in the week.”
“Neither of those two things is exactly new to me.” Zalah cut in, giving Amina a cocky grin.

“I suggest that you stop interrupting me, or you’ll live to regret on the day when you’re my bitch.” Amina told the buxom whore.
“Your bitch?” Zalah echoed Amina.
“Uh-huh,” the dusky beauty confirmed, “seven women, seven days. Each day during the coming week, you’ll act as a **** to one of the women in this room, including me, whose words will be like a rule sent down from the heavens as far as you’re concerned.
If your mistress wants you to spend the entire day crawling around on all four, you’ll do it. If she wants you to stand naked in a square and allow anyone who so wishes to fuck you in the ass, you’ll do it. No command is too depraved for you to not carry it out. Understood?”

“Anything they tell me to do?” Zalah cocked an eyebrow, “Sounds a bit ominous.”
“Oh,” Tymon said, “I don’t think than any of the girls will be too rough on you, for fear that you will reply to them in kind when the week is over.”
“That’s true,” Amina grinned, “when you have served each of us, there will be a grand ball here, over which you will be queen. And your word will then be law for the rest of us.”

“And during the week, Tymon is off-limits?” Zalah asked.
“Oh, not just Tymon,” Amina replied, “but all of the men here will refuse any interaction with you.”
Then, as if to further agonize Zalah over her temporary deprival of a house-full of well-hung studs, Amina took hold of Tymon’s cock, bent her head down, and crammed the fist-sized head of his pole into her mouth, the dark vixen maintaining eye-contact with Zalah as her cheeks began to bulge from the width of Tymon’s cock-tip.

“Don’t worry Zalah,” Perrima told her lover, “all of us have gone through it, and all of us enjoyed it.”
”Oh,” Zalah turned her head and smiled at Perrima, “I’m not worried; I’m just wondering whose going to own me first…”