Sophie's Tea Party

The Upper Floor. All ladies. Sophie walks in new, blonde hair shining, tits barely held by lace. The Governess watches from the throne and lifts one finger. The house slaves move in, black hair, black clothes, eyes hungry. They pin her to the rug before the fire. One spreads her thighs. Another pulls her wrists behind her back. Rope bites. Sophie gasps, then moans, as fingers find her cunt and work deep. A plug slides into her ass, slow, relentless. She bucks. They laugh low. The Governess nods. The slaves press harder. Sophie comes loud, legs shaking. They flip her, ass up, tits pressed to the floor. A strap-on slides between her cheeks, stretches her open. She whimpers, begs, comes again. The room fills with the wet sounds of skin and straps and Sophie’s broken cries. More slaves take turns. Each fuck is rougher. Each orgasm rips through her harder. The Governess smiles. The floor stays wet long after the last girl pulls out.