She told of how some guys liked to beat up on her or how they shit and pissed over her nakedness while her pimp looked on and applauded the bestial us... of his girl. Abigail told him that after a while, she didn’t care what they did to her, that pain hardly registered and her holes were only entries into her body that fed her need for more drugs. She told him of a pregnancy that was beaten out of her by the pimp. She told him all of it; the worst times and that all she had to look forward to,. "Even as we are onlyjust beginning to explore a possibility, a possibility of my having thecontrol of a submissive male to use as I wish. To enjoy as I wish, andpanty-waist sissies like you are weakened and become helpless when youare subjected to a few of the more powerful ways of training andconditioning your mind to accept the truth Mark and I define as yourtruth." Yes Ma'am," I said. "The power to do what you want to me and use mehow you want to use me without being restrained or limited. She caught me looking and smiled but pulled her robe closed again.We chatted for ages about her university studies to be a doctor and was in her first year which I worked out that she was about eighteen.I asked her if she had a boyfriend but said she had recently dumped him.She was becoming more relaxed and swung her knees up onto the sofa next to me and the robe opened a liitle, enough to see her thighs but nothing more.She asked about my relationships and during the conversation started to. When his hand began to caress her thigh under the table, it felt only natural to reciprocate. Her fingers moved to squeeze his inner thigh, fingertips brushing against his bulging trouser-clad cock causing him to stir in his seat."I have a confession to make," Damian said his voice thick with lust."Oh?" Fiona said as her fingers began to tease and trace the outline of what felt like a Godzilla-sized cock causing her hunger to intensify."I didn't invite you here to talk about books and in the.