Jax watched as the maid and the sadistic woman continued their work on the man in the next cell.
They milked his cock without pause, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of him until the floor beneath his knees was slick with it.
By the fourth round the man's body had nothing left to give, yet the maid only grew rougher, twisting her fist and dragging more pained sounds from his throat with every stroke.
She finally turned toward her mistress who said, "Give me his report."
The maid nodded. She rubbed the swollen head of his cock, gathered what little cum still clung to the skin, and tasted it the way a chef samples a sauce. After a long moment she spoke.
