. inside I found a butt plug with a graduating size pattern, and a set of ben-wa balls. My knees buckled slightly, as I knew I was in for a very inten...e night.I checked the clock: 4:00. I hopped into the shower, making it as hot as I could to loosen up my muscles for later. Lathering on the jasmine soup, I made sure to scrub my skin well with the loofah sponge, making my already fair skin almost a reddish pink. Slowly I shaved my legs, making sure to get them smooth, before sitting down on the. When I hit the road again she was juggling drinks and prepared foods of different kinds."I love America, we had none of this where I grew up," she explained."So you are determined to try everything?" I asked."These chicken things are actually quite good," she informed me. "Are you sure that you don't want to try them." No thanks, I had a burger before we left the store." I had indeed choked down a half cooked hamburger with a coke. It was not enjoyable at all probably because I didn't have any. Every little move she made pulled and rubbed at her clitoris. Her finger rubbed the inside of her pussy. She was mashing at what had been, only moments ago, too tender to touch, pounding it as hard as she could. Her last coherent thought was, I need to do this in bed with something bigger than a finger.When she was done, she slumped, then remembered where she was, and looked around in a bit of a panic.She found herself staring at Margie. Shit! Oh, shit, she was never going to hear the end. Until she was given permission, she knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She was trapped—not physically, but until commanded, she knew that she couldn’t do anything. She had to obey ... her whole purpose was to obey.‘No! Don’t think like that!’ the voice continued to cry, but the sound was getting smaller, and only the words ‘don’t think’ echoed in her mind ... When Joe spoke to her, his voice was so powerful and important that it drowned out all other sound.“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he asked, and.