We came back downstairs and I spread out a big satin comforter in front of the TV and Marc closed all of the blinds and poured yet another glass of ch...mpagne. I had a delicious buzz from the drinks and I was in a relaxed mood to enjoy the movie. I don't even remember what the name of the flick was, but it was well pretty well done and had some beautiful women in it that really appeared to be enjoying themselves. The liquor was taking effect and with the explicit sex on the screen I was getting. But then, Egypt did hold the people of Israel in bondage. If Mikha’El gave it to the Pharaoh after all, perhaps she would repay him with a whole nation’s freedom. As his eagerness burned back in, he resumed swaggering into the bedchamber. “Good evening, Your Majesty,” he said. “Care for some dates?” Pharaoh Hatshepsut reclined on her wooden bed, laying her frizzy hair over a curved headrest while her crown hung on the wall overhead. The gold, copper, and gemstones which ringed her neck and arms. "Are you embarrassed baby? Getting off for Daddy huh? No one is going to know hunny, Daddy's not going to tell anyone our dirty little secret" He kept crooning to her, playing for her to turn over to him, to submit to his filthy desires. This was so wrong, but he wanted her so badly. His own daughter.His hands tugged firnly at the top of her sheets and pulled them down, fully exposing her. She let out a small gasp as he did, her body instinctively flinching away. The purple vibrator still. And she was staring at it. And she was chanting. Marie heard her own voice, a docile monotone repeating, ‘Master owns me, I am a good slave girl, Master owns me, I am a good slave girl,’ over and over and over again. Marie wondered how long she’d been saying it. Marie wondered why she wasn’t stopping. Then she remembered that wondering was thinking, and that it was always easier to know than to think. She stopped wondering…but she didn’t stop chanting, and she didn’t stop masturbating. Her.
Read MoreWhen she had freed my shirt, she paused before pulling it over my head. “I…” I brought my finger to her lips and smiled. There was no need for
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