Wilkins spoke, ‘Rebecca, are you sexually active?’ She wanted to be outraged at the question. That was none of his business. ‘Yes,’ she heard...herself answer. ‘Are you currently involved in a sexual relationship?’ Again she felt the question was completely inappropriate, and was going to open her mouth to tell him so. ‘No.’ Why couldn’t she stop herself from answering? ‘How many men have you slept with?’ As he asked these questions he opened Sara’s jacket exposing her tiny breasts. Sara kept. She felt his fingers rub the smooth skin of her cunt, softly, checking for sharp hairs, perhaps. He wouldn't find any. His finger entered her pussy, and his thumb rubbed her clit. "You did a good job of shaving, slave. I wonder, have any of your heroines in your romantic novels been treated as a sexual slave? What do they call their captor?" Master," she managed to say."Good. And what do they withhold from their master?" They resist at first, but they always give in," she said."Why?" Because. ..’‘No, not really in the mood, darling, for penetration.’That was a clue!‘Ah...shall I lick you, darling?’‘Lick me?’ Lily asked raising a teasing eyebrow. ‘Where?’‘Y...your pussy, darling or...or would y...you like me to...lick you...you know...’ I faltered, cock pulsing wildly within the chastity belt.‘No, I’m afraid I don’t know,’ Lily said innocently. ‘Where do you want to lick, darling?’Face hot, I mumbled, ‘y...your bottom...’‘Bottom?’ Lily laughed. ‘Oh dear, darling, you sound like you. I had slid all the way in and started to thrust back and forth grabbing her hips as I did, Jenny begged like mad begging me to treat her like the slut she was, it was turning me on and making my cock thicker at the words of her begging I slammed in and out my cock soaking with her juices as she cum screaming and gripping the table as they ripped through her body. I carried on thrusting my rod in and out of her soaking wet hole as I got close I pulled out rubbing my cock in short, sharp jerks.