Yet, long ago, Mistress’ penchant for humiliating me had revealed that the feelings tapped a deep reservoir of intense sexual need and arousal deep ...ithin me and reduced me to a state of sublime subbieness. It seemed such a paradox and something I doubted I’d ever fully understand about myself.Finally, I felt the edge approaching but continued to stroke until the first beads of pre-cum appeared on my cock tip. Mistress didn’t consider a proper edge had been performed lacking that bit of. Jack poured the chocolate syrup on my pussy and started to lick it off.I could feel his tongue licking the chocolate syrup that was poured onto my pussy lips. His tongue parted my pussy lips. His tongue was fucking my sweet bald pussy. I was moaning uncontrollably. My pussy started to release my cunt juices onto his tongue. He was lapping my juices up and eating the chocolate at the same time.I heard him opening something else. This time he told me to take a sip of something. I took a sip and. When he finished he leftme and went away. I was free again. I tried to get on my feet, but Iwas too weak due to the running and to the fight against the violenceI had suffered, as well as to the pain. I felt to the ground again andremained there as I was. I knew some of the Greek legends (most ofthem , in fact) were full of sex and violence, but I never expected itto be like that. I kept lying there, crying, with no strength toraiseagain, until I fell asleep.Chapter 2 - AdaptationI woke up the. (But spontaneously this was just part of the plan-as I said he was just too innocent like to trust so much on a stranger like me, perhaps it was just because I spoke English and he did as well, and Mexican people did speak Spanish, and he didnt actually spoke that language as well what a lucky guy I seemed to be by then). Thus, I could see I already had completely his trust, so I decided to take him with me enslaved by the power of the coca itself, so once I did finished dealing with my.