The leathered duo were very inventive in the number of painful torments they came up with, and the crowd appreciated them for it.

Only Kay didn't.

Not making the redhead feel any better as the stage slowly spun back around to where she could see Leslie sitting there with that idiot smile on her face. And what was the guy doing kneeling in front of her like that? Was he really…?

Leslie had also noticed the stage had turned to where Kay was facing towards her. She thought for a moment about waving at Kay, deciding it might be in bad taste.

And speaking of taste, she hoped Evan was enjoying what he was getting. Although her panties were still blocking his tongue from really getting in at her, Leslie's pussy was flowing freely.

Giving the stud a full meal.

Her lacy panties had been well soaked long before the slave's tongue had ever gotten up high enough where he could notice. They were so wet now that even if they were removed, it would be hours before they'd ever dry out again.

And there was more to come!

Evan was using the frilly lace as a strainer as he sucked her juices right through the material.

"She's something, isn't she," Davis said.

Leslie looked over at Ilisa first, thinking he was talking about the way the blonde was sucking on his cock. It took a moment or two before the brunette realized he was staring intently at the stage.

"Who? You mean Kay?"

Leslie suddenly realized the old fart was feeling it bad. He hadn't stopped looking at Kay since the moment they'd shown up at his table. Even with the Princess of Norway slurping away on his schlong, he's still thinking about Kay's little bush.

"Yes, yes. She really takes the whip well. And the way she's carrying on. If you didn't know better you'd think she didn't like it at all."

Leslie just nodded, doing her best to hold in a moan as Evan's tongue glided over her hungry clit. If he didn't stop doing that, she was going to have to feel more than just his tongue up there.