What is this place like?"She gave a tight little smile... "Whatever you want it to be like."Now, Lucky was unlucky in most fields of life, and women w...s one of them. So the first thought that came to his mind was of finally getting the sex with top-class women that he had been lusting after all his life, instead of drunken sex with cheap prostitutes. "I want a woman." Understood."He took a gamble... "Could it be you?"She gave a little laugh. "Not at this point. What type of woman would you. I am sweating and have never been so aroused or so needy. I realize in that moment that I need to cum, but more than that I need her. I hope for both.“If you are going to be mine permanently, I feel the need to *mark* the occasion in some way.” She smiles down at me and squeezes in such a way that my vision goes blurry and I hit a new level of arousal…but am somehow no closer to release. “That means I want to mark you pet. Will you consent to being marked permanently?”Somehow sanity gets the. Borden pulled it open and looked at her appraisingly. ‘Alayne Rikardson?’ he asked, and to her nod continued, ‘I’ve got to read over your file – why don’t you come in and get a start on your homework while I go through it.’ Once in his office, she found an armchair beneath the window and settled into it, pulling her history book onto her lap to read the next assignment. Mr. Borden sank down behind his desk and was soon engrossed in sifting through papers. The room was so silent that she could. If he didn't, she'd surely die. Without realizing it, survival had become Carrie's prime motive. Nothing else really mattered. Already, she was extremely thirsty. Hungry, too. Would he feed her? Give her something to drink before he raped her again?Bound naked and spread-eagled on a plastic-covered mattress, she tested her restraints for the umpteenth time. They weren't uncomfortable - fleeced-lined, he'd said - but lying in the same position all day had produced body aches.Her eyes moved.