None of that. Our Masters cherish their slaves. They are especially affectionate to their human ones.’I feel a small release of pressure in my mind,...and I’m able to think one clear thought before the lid is screwed tight again. ‘I don’t want to be a slave.’‘Yet slave you are,’ her voice caresses my thoughts. ‘I see from your memories, even before you were gleaned you were a slave. Slave to the search for sustenance, the need for shelter. Slave to those older, stronger, more powerful than. NO! I had to do this! I had to see what will happen if I were to encounter this man again. My marriage is solid, loving and not in danger of disharmony. I can risk this one little endeavour without fear of severe retribution. A sharp jerk of the steering wheel forcing the car into a U-turn and again, I was headed back to the KMart. The KMart where it all began -- and ended in a matter of hours. For the most part, I couldn't even remember all the details, not even how the illicit meeting ended.. " Toby said ripping a tissue off the roll and passing it to her. She blew her nose hard and I gave her another to wipe her eyes. "Can I have one more please?" She asked. I handed her one and she reached down between her legs to wipe her pussy. Not an easy job with her hands tied together. Toby couldn't help but laugh at her pushing both hands between her legs. "Right get up." Toby ordered. "I've got to go!" And he took her arm and dragged her to her feet, pulling her into the bedroom and. One time, I was standing in the kitchen when she walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around me to hug me, not unusual for frequent hugs and kisses. This time, she was in her robe and I could feel her breasts press into me with no bra on and only the thin robe between us as I wasn’t wearing a shirt. Her hands roamed over my chest and down my stomach and I was sure they were going to go lower to my cock, but no. Still, it was hugely exciting. After that, whenever she was in her robe, I would.