Chapter 288 – 28. Family Management (8)
The seven dancers lined up by the fire swallowed their saliva. They straightened their backs and put their hands together below their navels, keeping their place like furniture and decorations originally placed there. It was while strictly adhering to the teachings that had to be inscribed deeply in the bones after terribly persistent training.
“Howeup, come on…”
Make a hand shape that symbolizes affection on the pubic bone where pubic hair is located and on the lower belly.
“Puhehe, hurueup…”
Until you call it otherwise, don’t break your posture and stick to the role of a good-looking folding screen.
“Chuhuh, whoosh, puhuah…”
Not to mention recklessly opening your mouth or not making a sound, always have a respectful heart.
“Um, jjook, puheuuuuu…”
The women who cultivated obedience by baiting fears greater than death were docile. It was because the lady of the Marquis was not generous enough to be tolerant of the bitches who tried to assassinate her family. She would not hesitate to annihilate her personality if anything out of her eyes, so her only option was to submit.
“Good job, stupid things.”
Reclining on a cushioned chair, Rome praised the two dancers, who were clinging to his forearm-sized phallus and flicking their tongues. In particular, from the first time I saw her, I liked Himena’s lewd face because she was slim, so I concentrated on harassing her.
Squeak, squeak!
The baron sighed as he slapped her in the back one after another with her wide open palm. Miraculously, her rug, which had broken her posture from serving on her floor a moment before, soon brought her neatly back to her knees and moved her hands to her lower abdomen.
Made by bending her fingers up and down, it was a heart, a common symbol for love and heart in the West.
Jimena’s cheeks, which were shining brightly in the natural light streaming through her window, turned red. Even then, Rom did not stop defending her and ravaged her two females. Amisha, who vulgarly rolled her saliva and tongue, bit her dark red prick and made lustful noises while she slapped the bitch she liked for no reason.
“My Himena is more fun to deal with than I thought.”
“Yes, thank you for giving the noble hand of the master to the humble bitch on the rug…”
At least Françoise, the two men kneeling between his legs, and the other seven dancers thought so.
“Squat like Amisha did earlier. Standing on tiptoe and sticking out her tongue like a bitch in heat.”
“Yeah, do as I command…”
But the reality was a bit different. Apart from solving the accumulated desires, the baron had the purpose of testing the nine dancers who claimed to be subordinate here. They were those who had already betrayed and tried to kill the person they had shown sympathy for, so they were trying to find out if today’s rejoicing really came from their sincerity.
“Master, the rug bitch is ready to be slapped on the cheek…” …”
Himena sticking out her red tongue between her wide open lips as if smiling, clung to Rome’s rather crude hand like a loyal dog. Hit her until she was swollen, and asked to enjoy it, looking at her with a sad gaze, and then let out an ecstatic moan at her hand jab.
“Huh, ha,. …”
The head that turns around quickly suggests that the intensity of grooming is by no means trivial. Even so, Himena, who obediently held out her cheek, made a dizzying expression the more she was hit. Clearly, transparent dew formed in the cracks between the legs raised on tiptoes.
“Looks like you liked it.”
“Uhhh, of course ah…”
The baron smiled grinning at the sight and brought his big toe to the defenselessly exposed genital area. It was shaped like a small bean and touched the clitoris. Furthermore, he teased the tight pussy and watched his reaction.
‘Hmm, it looks like Lucienne has tamed it meticulously.’
The rug is a joy to step on. Therefore, it is only natural that even the humblest toe be regarded as a virtue if it belongs to the master. It was only an honor to play with her own body with her own hands to her, who would only admire her even if she stepped on her neatly decorated head with her dirty footsteps.
“It’s like getting fucked up by her toes and dripping cum.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s my master’s toe…”
Himena instinctively bounced her narrow waist. Every time her thick thumb dug into her vagina, she reacted like a bridegroom eager to impress her new husband. All women welcomed this act, which would be regarded as an insulting indecent act.
“Ahh, ha ha…”
“If my feet are that good, will you marry me?”
“Kyahuuu, it’s just too much…”
Like a bursting spring, he dared to bury the love juice flowing endlessly all over the owner’s feet. As a mid-level dancer, she showed off her sweet female body with smooth body movements, while serving the intruder in her vagina with gentle tightening.
Squeak, sizzle.
It was a perfect subordination. Even if she had succumbed to power, the body and mind of the rug Jimena had already been dedicated to her baron. He was very happy when he felt an unexpected crush on the tool girl who satisfied his immoral lust.
“It will be fun. Just like the West, make it clean.”
The calmly brainwashed rom took a moment to recover. Then, feeling sorry for her, she slightly bit her lip and pushed her foot out again with Himena’s face. As she was soggy, she ordered her to clean it up on her own, then turned her gaze slightly to the side.
“Hureup, jjoooook…”
Admirably, Amisha, who had been licking and sucking her glans all along, was sluggish, perhaps because her jaw was hurting. She at least knew that it was cause for reprimand, so she tried, but in the end she hit her limit.
“Stop Amisha.”
“Chewup, Neet…”
Rolling her green eyes, she looked at her and pulled her head back. With her enchanted tongue, she spat out the cock she held in her more snug mouth and coughed. Splashing her saliva mixed with a few drops of her outer skin made her look belatedly devastated.
“Oh, I’m very sorry…”
“You’re so mean when you’re clumsy.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed a little bit of fun with that little potty bitch’s tricks…”
It wasn’t just because he wanted to offend Rome. It was also a big reason that she hadn’t swallowed the outer shell, which was so full of essence that anyone who knew how to handle her magic would covet it. The baron’s saliva she spat lightly, mockingly, contained more power than the magical power she had cultivated in her entire life.
‘Are you the owner? Out of it…’
Her dizzying leap didn’t even compare. It was only when they brought artifacts that appeared in legends or myths that they were equal. It was understandable why the terrifying mystic young lady was at a loss while taking the baron as her husband.
‘This is my god, the one I should bow down to…’
The dancer who is good at witchcraft already has quite a lot of sources of mighty power. I also felt intuition that I had reached a level that surpassed the previous level. As a result, unlike her smooth appearance, she realized that her body, which was waiting to wither at 36, was blooming as fresh as in the golden age.
‘You have no idea what an honor it is to be able to use it as a toilet…’
In the same context, he thought about the points he had made, and if even he, who was used as a mere tool, would be like this, what would the wives and concubines who interact with him every day be like? Like the river, he couldn’t fathom the end, so he chewed on his infinity, which would never grow old.
‘My majestic god, your spittle and cum are more precious to me than any jewel…’
It is said that the mana that has not been assimilated into his body evaporates quickly, but if it is poured endlessly like this, the story is a bit different. As a fragile human being, he made a fuss with only survival as a virtue, and fanaticism toward the baron sprouted in the mental world of Amisha.
“I’m sorry, but if Byun Gi-nyeon could say something…”
So it was the climax. Amisha carefully propped up the thick scrotum of her rom with her red-tattooed hand. She looked at his cock, still stiff and erect, apologizing for not serving him more diligently, she begged.
“I am deeply reflecting on the fact that I interrupted the pleasure that my master should enjoy with the vices of a foolish tool girl.”
Dominate.
“How about grabbing this bitch by the hair and poking at her until her temper is gone. Presumptuously, the owner will have to move his hands inconveniently, but even if he dies of suffocation, I will not back down until you are satisfied and will repay you by becoming a small spectacle…”
And control.
“If you permit me, I will show my love for you master with both hands on my lower belly where the womb is, and I won’t move until I lose my mind from choking…”
Then her big hand grabbed her hair. The Baron, who was in tune with the mood, approved the plea mildly, meaning that he didn’t have to respond to the toilet.
“Ah…”
One of the trustworthy landlords of the Stone Flower Team, Ashka Group, groaned excitedly in a way that was clearly degraded. It aroused strange feelings in the seven dancers who watched it from a little distance away.
“Master, thank you Jimena too…”
She shifted her attention to the woman who had been playing her bewitching charms as well as her, and made her point.
“It wasn’t enough that he poked the bitch’s pussy, unfortunately, the owner allowed me to walk around his toes like a nanny…”
After finishing this assassination and going back, she had already erased the lover she was planning to marry from her mind, and it was spectacle to flirt with her.
“West? Your new bride, Himena, greets you with respect and respect. She was offended that the humble rug dripped and stained her jade body. Hurry up and clean it up with her affectionate lips, and I will help you as a true wife…”
Himena, who was rubbing her cheek on the soles of her feet, placed her thumb in front of her eyes and looked at her like a man she loved. On the first night, she confessed how she would dedicate her future marriage to her, and she lovingly caressed her.
‘I think these two would be fine even if they were slaves. I wonder if it’s okay to collect it along with other things.’
Rom, who managed to feel the excitement rushing in, soon poked Amisha’s throat like a literal cock’s shed. She reveled in the sight of dripping sticky saliva and spitting out pleasant retching sounds.
Similarly, like Jimena, who was serving by engineering the soles of her feet with her face like a rug.
“By the way, Françoise, when are you going to recite the schedule?”
“Hot, I forgot because I was so engrossed in watching!”
“Orianero isn’t enough, so are you… ?”
