Tianlong's gold-crimson eyes, looking down at her, held no mercy. No cruelty either. The neutral expression of a being who was not done.
"Look," he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. "And see how to suck and milk a cock."
He turned his head. "Fengyan."
Madam Fengyan moved. She had been standing at the edge of the cabin, her formal robes, her composed face, watching. Her thick body, the enormous tits, the thick ass, the dark red and gold fabric, shifted. She walked forward. Her hips swayed. The formal robes pulled across her curves.
She reached the table. She looked at Madam Yueying. At the headmistress, bound, collared, her body marked and used. At the thick woman, the peer, the fellow sect leader, who had been reduced to a pet.
Madam Fengyan's beautiful face showed nothing. No pity. No sympathy. No satisfaction. The blank expression of a woman who had been through the same and had emerged on the other side.
Tianlong gestured at the table. "Bend over."
