In truth, I wanted her. I fucking wanted to have this woman stimulate me daily. Nightly. All the time. I wanted to bend her over the bed and fuck her ...ntil she was black and blue. I wanted her sex, and, yes, a part of me actually wanted her to control me. There, I said it. I wasn’t like that normally. I would give and take in relationships, but I always held my own as my own. No one was going to push me where I didn’t want to go. Drunks are like that. Control allows us access to the next. ." stammered Vickie."Surprised to see them, Vickie? And you Andrea? Did you think you would never see again the women you enslaved and abused." But they were..." started Vickie, pointing at Laurel and Cassandra."Sold? Oh yes, and they cost a pretty penny too." YOU?" sputtered Vickie."When Cassandra first called me and told me you had sold Cindy, it took several days and close to a million dollars to buy her freedom from Mr. Aziez and have her returned home. Then when Cassandra called me again,. "I turned to the girl, "She broke his heart, you know."She murmured some sort of soothing remark, but she was far more focused on the growing bulge in my lap.A moment later, she seemed to regain some control over her mind and she began to speak. "I know Jake's name, but I don't know yours. I'm..."I kissed her right at that moment, stopping her from saying her name. When I pulled back I looked her in the eyes."I don't want to know your name, and you don't want to know mine. This will be more fun. Lola turned so my back was to him, and she faced him over my shoulder, and as he pressed against me, the heat from his cock nestling between my bum cheeks, 'Can you feel him', she asked excitedly, 'Yes', was my curt reply, with Lola feeling behind me to spread my cheeks, 'Don't pull then apart', he said to her, 'I want to feel them around my cock, just like yours did', he continued, as he humped me with renewed vigor, her scent intoxicating me as I kissed the long nape of her neck.Then I could.