I climbed on top of him, and bent toward him. I whispered, ‘I’m going to massage you first. I will touch you with my hands first, and then I will ...un my tongue all over you. You can have me in a little while. Right now, I have to feel you.’ With a laugh in his voice, he said, ‘Then do it, woman.’ I smiled and wrinkled my nose at him. He turned his head back to the bed. He put his face upon the sea-green sheets. The gurgle of groans and sighs told me that he was happy with the work my hands were. He felt anger fed by his shame, and he vowed he wouldn’t let her make him do anything more. Yet, along with the anger he felt an excitement he had never experienced before and his mind was betraying him, flooding his body with hormones that were giving him a high so powerful he never wanted to to end.“Princess! Wake up! I told you to help her.” Rhona’s voice brought him back to reality.“Um, sorry, mistress. What do you want me to do?He squealed as she slapped his bum. “I told you to help her. “Mmmm” I moaned and nodded. He licked my nipples and I gasped in pleasure as I continued to stroke his cock. I knew there were people watching, but I didn’t care. Steven was the only one in the world. “You like it?” He asked as he looked at my hand on his cock. I licked my lips in approval. I wanted to suck it so badly. I dropped to my knees as I kissed the tip as I slid it into my mouth. I heard him exhale as I clumsily sucked his cock. Steven placed his hands behind my head as pressed my face. I looked at theclock: 7:30 AM. I was going to be late for work, that was for sure.As I connected the tube of the syringe to the port in the back of my neck,I wondered if I would dream. I depressed the plunger and barely had timeto disconnect the syringe and steady myself before I collapsed onto thecouch in a heap.Turns out, I did dream. I dreamed that I was a puppet on strings, likePinnochio. I dreamed that for everything I did, I was not only beingjerked around, but someone was watching.