Quinn squirmed on top of Ellen on the couch, relentlessly tonguing Ellen's slit, hands still bound behind her back, struggling to concentrate as a toy thrummed between her legs. Despite everything, there wasn't a hair out of place on Quinn's head as it bobbed up and down, her ponytail bouncing with each slow steady lick. Ellen was impressed at how quickly her new slave had picked up p***y-eating. Despite what a good job her slave was doing, Ellen was compelled by an idea, having noticed Will's attention was transfixed on Quinn - as ever.
His c**k twitched and began to semi-harden, despite having only recently finished all over sweet little Meena's cheeks. That's when Ellen realised that she had control of the entire room. If she could command Quinn to do something to allure Will, he would
