A chamber servant handed me a white, ceremonial robe. I was instructed to crawl into a gleaming white room. Master Snow was sitting there on a bed, and I was surprised to see Master Weston standing behind him. Both men were immaculately dressed.

Master Snow instructed me to wash his feet, which I did, with utmost care. He pulled me to my feet and stood behind me, running his hands across my trembling body. He undid the ties on my gown, which dropped to the floor.

He threw me to my knees, then pushed down his pants to expose his enormous penis. I took it real slow at first, repeatedly running my tongue up and down his shaft. I slid my soft wet lips towards his balls. Within minutes I was on the bed, legs spread wide, with Master Weston holding onto my feet while Snow pushed himself into me. It genuinely felt as though he were wilfully tearing me in half.

He pulled out and laid back on the bed. I squatted over him before lowering my body onto his dick and riding him, unable to stop myself from jerking as I ground up and down.

I positioned myself so that I could look down at him—staring into those once cold, blue eyes which were now hot with pure lust.

As I stared down at him, feeling that electric joy, I knew I needed to cum. I couldn’t hold on. I spewed all over his hairy chest. Despite this, he still, like a beast, thrusted into me.