Jessica stood there, surveying the kitchen briefly before spotting a cheap looking metal tray on the counter. During her imprisonment, Jessica had bee... allowed upstairs more and more frequently to better please her Master. Some mornings she would be forced to cook breakfast. Others, her Master would require a massage on the couch or a foot rub when he was watching TV. But, each time, she would be constantly reminded that the doors were locked and required a key, even from the inside. And, if. When Caitlyn had insisted on refitting the bed—a new mattress, discounted at the wholesaler; sheets and a down comforter—he had thought it a needless extravagance. Couldn't the money be better used elsewhere? But she had set him straight: "Jon, we spend a third of our lives in this bed. It might as well be comfortable." And she was right, because now he slept better, awoke feeling more rested. Or, at least, he had; nowadays the memory foam and warm blankets were only enough to compensate for. A galleon of cum entered her womb, trying to bloat her finely crafted stomach. Nik put a soft hand on those rock-hard abs, feeling them move with each breath.“Don’t leave me, Massa. I’ll do anything you want me to do, I don’t care. Just…Just don’t leave me,” she half-purred and half-cried from sex-addled lust. Her hands stroked, caressed his hair and ran nails down his Adonis-like chest.“Why would I leave my negress bitch? I’m going to white you any time of any day.”SMACK! Nik gave Michelle a. By the way, you've seen Oscar, right? Well, he and I ... OK, never mind.I know, I'm sounding insecure. I'm not. I don't think.So, there I was, my hands and feet bound, nude. No idea what happened to my clothes. It wasn't cold. Like I said before, the temperature was constant and it was warm enough so maybe no one needed clothes.What I was feeling was pissed. In front of me, standing over my face, was Harry. Stark fucking naked. Oops, sorry. But he was, naked, I mean. I don't mean I was pissed.