cock strain to get at it?'
Mark said nothing, only stared, the undeniable desire mounting in his eyes mingling with his rancor and vanquishment… but she had not yet seen subjugation, and this she must read there…
'You may lick it,' she said softly. 'Lick it and suck it for awhile, then… you can fuck me in the customary fashion you've always used on me… No love, just a fuck,' she went on, the lustful idea causing further tingling excitement to race through her.
'My God!' he gasped. 'And… and if I'd rather not put my hands on you…?'
'You'll do exactly as I say, Darling,' she hissed softly, but acidly, her wicked smile continuously prevalent. 'Exactly as I say… and when I say… I'm ready to be licked and sucked… do I make myself clear? NOW!'
Dianne watched the tears of helpless rage fill her husband, the senator's eyes, at last giving way to crushed subjugation, as slowly he moved forward, slipping out of his robe, his reluctant long thick cock caught in a half erection the sight of which sent a series of shivers along her spine… onto the bed… crawling between her legs subserviently, until his face was directly above her loins only inches from her now gently palpitating vaginal split. She could feel his warm breath against the silken strands of her pubic hair and wild sensations of dictatorial lust swirled within her sensuous, vibrant body as she reached down and grasped his head, pressing his mouth tight against the soft flanges of her cunt lips.
'Lick, Senator!' she ordered, her breath catching ecstatically in her throat. 'Lick my pussy damn you!'
And he did, obediently, as she lay back sighing, the words of Boufflers suddenly coming to her: 'How beautiful is victory, but how dear!'
