I smile as I feel his breath, so uniquely him, so incredibly sensual. I love this feeling, cradled in his arms, so safe, so protected. Do I dare say I...feel loved? Its presence is unmistakable at moments like these, but its presence is not constant, living in different worlds as we do. How did we come together? The question is driven from my mind as a sharp spike makes me realize where his fingers are now. The answer doesn’t matter. All that does is these feelings he’s bringing out in me. I feel. Its so huge.. And i was more excited to see my hand is exciting his cock more. But frightened at the same time. The bus stop is just 5 mins ahead. There was some precum in his cock.He took his hand from my cock and just slide his fingers over his precum(i dint know what it was that time) and he acted as if he caressed my face but suddenly he inserted his fingers in my mouth. I felt his hands tasting somewhat salty.. I moved his hands from my face but he just rubbed it over my face.. It was. The women were herded into trucks for the trip to Baton Rouge.The men, meanwhile, were forced to stay put inside the compound. That night a group of sixteen tried again to get back to the ship. These were obviously men forced to come, and we watched as they killed two of their own sentries and escaped through the southwest corner, running from one cover to the next. We thought they were trying to get to the ship until Avenger control told us that the cover they were choosing was to hide them. I think Master is neglecting me." Her lip pouted out comically.It was my turn to laugh."Is Master too busy for his Slave, or have you found something else that pleases you more?" My playful, comical, and talented actress of a friend sobbed violently.What else could I do? I threw a pile of recycled note paper at her. Of course it was for effect, and I doubt a single sheet touched her. Yet that playful wench suddenly jumped back with the grace of the pixie she really is and screeched with a bit.