Chapter 372 – 37. One Maxim (2)
Two female dogs of a beautiful breed crawled on the steamy floor. To avoid slipping, I walked on all fours on the tiles covered with bumpy rubber in each section. To prevent the unfortunate event of the owner, whom I deeply respect, pulling on the doorknob, I just stuck my head in and opened the slightly open door.
Ashka and Ximena, women who miraculously blossomed in the barren wilderness, have now become guide dogs, putting their noble pride to shame. Even though he was naked and treated like livestock, he was happy and led the Baron to the large bathhouse where everyone was waiting.
It was a very desirable attitude for a bitch to follow and serve only the head of the Ardennes. It was a fight over favors, but there were also traces of corporal punishment received in return for behaving indecently in front of someone who dared to serve.
Wet eyes, sore nose, red cheeks, bright red buttocks…
The commonality of the returned slaves seemed at first glance to be insensitive anger. However, such a misjudgment could have been corrected immediately by looking at the embarrassingly large breasts and clear abdominal muscles without any flab. Just by looking at the beautiful bruises on the parts that were considered attractive, you could see how much care was taken in training them.
To the members of the harem, Rom was truly a god.
Especially at this point, when time was being devoted to reinforcing the discipline of those who had become lax like yesterday, even though they were busy, the adoration could not help but reach its peak. Also, in the same context, even the two slaves who knelt down and bowed down as soon as the entrance road was cleared could not be installed because they had not done enough today.
Because even greater joy was unfolding before my eyes.
It was not an exaggeration when Himena said earlier that everyone was ready. Rather, it was extreme humility. The sight revealed as the cloudy and hazy steam escaped beyond the opened door was a spectacular sight.
The refreshing sound of footsteps echoed in the bathroom. It was an echo of the wives and slaves who were waiting in full swing, stepping forward to greet the noble head of the family. It was also because I was grateful that each of them showed off their bewitching appearances and made me realize the female theme.
It was quite polarizing to see her insist on wearing uncomfortably high heels for the sake of her feminine legs. In that case, would she have completed her preparations by washing and neatly decorating her body, which had been soiled by an intense love affair?
It was then that the hospitality of the beautiful women reached its peak.
The moment Rom’s foot stepped on the border between the harem and her bathroom, she placed both her hands on her lower abdomen and cooed in unison. The women lined up on both sides made hearts to signify that, as always, they were willing to sacrifice even their most precious wombs.
“West, welcome.”
“Rom, welcome.”
It was a polite greeting from her mother and daughter, her true wives. Her wet blonde hair was loose and her posture to greet her father as if he were a wise mother and good wife was excellent. It wasn’t easy for her to see her loving mother and her rambunctious daughter working together to be polite.
“Master, are you here?”
“Father, I was waiting.”
These were the words spoken one by her concubines, the Deputy Maid Jean and the Duchess. The two of them bowed more deeply than anyone else and did not even move a single movement, thus showing what the perfect posture of each class is.
“Lord, I bow before you who has come.”
My sister, a believer, also quietly recited. He seemed to be in perfect harmony with the others, as if his declaration of obedience was not false. It was admirable that she was completely unconcerned about situations that would have been embarrassing or disgusting to any cultured woman.
“Thank you for violating our assholes with your majesty today as always.”
“Thank you for using these underdeveloped cum recipients with your unchanging ambition.”
“The loose girls caused me trouble in many ways. We promise to repay you for your kindness in educating us so that we can become aware of our position. “We will serve you as the best Huhui without you having to lift a finger.”
Soon everyone knelt down. They each bowed three times, looking up to the tall, tall head of the family. The first time was after looking at the face, the second time was after looking at the penis, and the third time was after looking at the feet.
“I am always deeply grateful to you for allowing me to welcome you. Please accept the big bows from the fucking houses…”
“I haven’t forgotten the grace of giving me the opportunity to serve my cock to underprivileged females. Please accept the big bows from the bitches…”
“I always remember deeply that the meaning of our existence is to bow faithfully at your feet. Please accept the great bows of lowly bastards…”
It was a treat that definitely brought a smile to my face. It was only natural that the hospitality, which would have been enchanting on its own, was extended by five wives and seven slaves. Even more so, what about the shose that covers the shoes you wear and even your thighs, despite the inconvenience?
It was only an effort and dedication to highlight the sensual beauty. Even though it was something that had been ejaculated so continuously, it was not unreasonable for it to raise its head again. Even though he was pressed for time, he was more interested in lust than taking a bath.
They were even more cheeky years ago due to their enthusiasm. The road to the bathhouse was a feast of women kneeling side by side. The smiling females didn’t just stop there, they stood up one by one and moved in unison.
To a position appropriate for a given role.
“Excuse me, my toilet bitches, sir.”
So the first person to step forward was Amisha. A slave with dry hair and a very pleasant scent coming from his skin approached Rom. She fawned as if she were faithful to her duty, and politely supported his cock with both hands as if she was happy.
“I just finished cleaning your private bathroom. I don’t think you have time to enjoy it leisurely, so why not take care of your bed first with a clean toilet before taking a bath. Then, you will be able to pour all the cum onto your favorite bitch…”
A proud dancer, a not-so-bad assassin, and a fairly skilled shaman now considered themselves a toilet. He used an odd expression to say that he had just finished cleaning the bathroom, and opened his mouth to please use it.
There was no reason to refuse.
Even though I didn’t really need to do anything, I did. The fun of converting the magical energy concentrated in the body into moisture and pouring it into the toilet bitch’s mouth was a different kind of conquering pleasure from ejaculation.
Hehe, gulp…” …”
Rom did as he wished without saying a word. I put the glans on my long tongue and sprayed a stream of hot water on it for a few seconds. She lightly stroked Amisha, who swallowed it without spilling anything, and then started walking.
“Master, spilling even a small drop of holy water on the floor is not good for the slaves’ sentiments. Similarly, I recommend that you clean the ashtray. Mallika will open her mouth and she will gently shake it off and get it cleaned…”
It was very difficult for the Baron, who was not a smoker, to find use for the alluring ashtray except at times like these. Malika, who came next after Amisha, stuck out her tongue and smiled her eyes like a bitch, so she had no reason to refuse.
Tuk, tuk, tuk.
He slapped her tongue with his heavy cock, as if shaking off cigarette ash. Only then did her glans become clean and free of any moisture. It was indeed a short service, but Mallika said she was grateful that she liked it and kissed her on the lips.
“Would you like to take a bath soon, master?”
“Even in the bathtub, I can’t just give you a hard marble seat for you to sit on. Nicole and I will support you with our soft breasts.”
Her dear wives and concubines were already waiting in the bath with hot spring water gushing out. Until Rom asked if he had prepared something different from the playful slave, he only gave him a look full of affection.
So next was Gayatri. She was Shri Yago Claudia.
“Now, come here.”
“Please stretch out your feet comfortably. Whenever you’re bored, please tap our cheeks with your foot.”
“I won’t forget to please your ears with my sweet moans…”
Five wives and concubines, including the newly joined sister, were watching from a suitable location. Meanwhile, Rom, who took a dip in her bath, relieved her accumulated fatigue while being attended to by exotic and beautiful slave dancers.
Time passes by so quickly, about ten minutes until midnight.
Ashuka and Himena, who had washed off their shabby looks, joined us. It was a bonus that Amisha and Mallika came back after brushing their teeth, smelling like peppermint so that Rom wouldn’t be offended.
No fewer than eleven and four females were pacing around the Baron. I tilted my head wondering what on earth he was going to do, but it wasn’t until he stood up after taking a bath that he finally revealed his true intentions.
“My West, my West.”
Oriane.
“As you know, bathing is an act of ablution, cleansing the body and mind.”
Lucien.
“The owner is the eldest person in our estate. It is absurd for someone who cares for such a great cause to be embarrassed by lust because of naughty bitches like us…”
Françoise.
“Respected father, there is nothing wrong with you, who is supreme. “If there’s any sin, it’s because these fuckers were born so ugly.”
Henrietta.
“Well, it’s my first time, so I’m not good at it, but I’ll try my best. I will praise and dedicate myself to the joy of serving the Lord.”
Marguerite.
“I will now carry out my promise to serve you so that you can become the best Hu Hui.”
And even nine dancers.
“Please enjoy the orgasmic paradise of fuck house slaves that only you can enjoy…”
All the females showed Rom, who was trying to get out of the bath, the path he should take. He showed off a world full of his favorite things and gave a sort of guide on how to use them. Starting with the girl who was lying down with her plump, voluptuous breasts facing upward, she asked me to step on Ashka first.
“One, please trample on dancer Jubilee’s slim, well-shaped breasts as much as you like…”
Nicole and Rosaria clung to each side and pressed their breasts while whispering dirty words in their ears.
“Two, don’t take the feeling of the identical twin slaves’ breasts rubbing as a big deal…”
“Third, please immerse yourself in listening to our two soft-spoken moans and thick dirty talk…”
Shriya and Mallika stood a step or two away from each other and placed their bodies as armrests.
“Four, weave the soft, flowing pussy hair, and when you get tired of it, you tear it out by the handful…”
“Five, making a stupid bitch by finger-fucking a slut’s tight, tight pussy…”
Gayatri and Claudia finished preparing to caress their flat breasts with Seomseom Jadeum.
“Six, please mobilize slaves in a luxurious way so that you can excrete semen sensuously…”
“Seven, through our worship, please feel a sense of superiority that no other male can enjoy…”
Amisha and Ximena were in the back. Her role was to squat down like a street prostitute and bury her face with her long tongue, or stand with her legs spread apart so as not to overlap with other bitches, massaging her shoulders and her back with her chest.
“Eight, condemn the bitch who is addicted to the pleasure of burying her face in your back hole…”
“Nine, until the moment you finish ejaculating, receive a message with your tongue as well as my hands and breasts…”
Now all that’s left are the wives and concubines, but these five concubines don’t need the cumbersome service of slaves. Because there was no one who knew Giabi’s taste for the grand finale better than them.
“Ten, while her mother and daughter, who fell in love with you, were kissing, their dicks suddenly pushed in…”
“Eleven, Mom and I were wiping the oily dick head between our lips until it was shiny…”
“Twelve, plus the face of Henrietta, who was jealous and quarrelsome like a woman…”
“Thirteen, Marguerite, who dared to trouble the Lord, is converted and joins us in sucking the folds of the scrotum…”
“Fourteen, this Françoise, who was the first recipient of the master’s cum, will welcome the cum that she excretes with great pleasure, gently licking it all the way to the base of her glans and keeping it comfortably…”
A large, arm-sized monster cock gathered together with elegant and elegant wives. No matter how small it was, there was still space left even after five people were gathered in, and they all spoke together, giving a premonition that perhaps even more wives and concubines would be mobilized for this dedication in the future.
“Jiabi, our Jiabi.”
I obey and obey.
“Bitches always welcome your cum… !”
Cheer up today too.
