My beautiful wife and Mistress with drew her finger, then wiped it dry on my face."Thank you Mistress."Trying not to forget my manners."Stand up Bitch... and bend over, I need to check your cute arse.''With that I exposed my butt plug stuff arse."Well, look at this, your dribbling here as well, your such a slut. Let's just move this in and out.”With that she grabbed the butt plug, and eased it in and out, teasing the hell out of me.”You love being fucked in the arse, just like some cheap whore,. I am calm, let me tell my story please.Anyway, I must have sat there longer than I intended. I was supposed to be concentrating on this travel plan, but somehow, the day just slipped by. It was only when I realised I was hungry that I left the shelter.That's when I saw the little girl again. She had changed now into day clothes. A little printed dress and a pair of those plastic shoes ... cloggies, sloggies, or something like that. She looked pretty and her hair had been done. It was dry and. She appeared puzzled by my reaction. Then it seemed gradually to dawn on her that she had in fact said something remarkable. ‘James, darling, this FUCK is powerful stuff, isn’t it?’ she said eventually, slowly shaking her head in awe. ‘But it’s still true, what I said. Even though I know it’s the serum, I still think, in fact I know beyond a doubt, that everything you do is good and right.’ ‘Just because I do it?’ ‘Just because you do it,’ she confirmed. ‘Supposing,’ I suggested, ‘I were to. ”“Are you afraid he’d run off with a victim?”The girl screamed, a muffled “Mwwwaaa!” through the duct tape. Mark had pulled off her shoes and was now yanking her shorts down. He got them past her feet and tossed them aside. She looked so vulnerable, clad only in her t-shirt and panties.“Not really,” Jean replied. “He knows what these girls are for better than anyone. But keeping a slave-girl is dangerous. The longer you keep one alive, the greater the chances she escapes and tells the police..