Alone with The Steward

The house slaves breathe easy with The Pope gone. They are wrong. The Steward moves in fast. He pins their minds first, then their bodies. Dylan Ryan and Juliette March bend for him. He takes each one, deep, while Maestro Stefanos watches. Their mouths and cunts work to satisfy, but they fail to measure up. So they straddle the machine. Blonde hair whips. Wrists locked, ankles spread, asses raised. The thick shaft drives into them, relentless. Sweat beads on skin. Dylan takes it harder, her breath catching on every thrust. Juliette bites her lip and stares straight ahead. Both girls are open and displayed. Their backs arch, shoulders tense. The machine hums louder. Every stroke reminds them who is in charge now. 2011, raw footage of power and punishment.