As he leaned down and whispered in a hoarse strained voice ‘Submit or Die!’ her body was screaming at her to react to this vile intrusion at the s...me time that she realized that this was her story. Her fantasy. The timing, the brute f***e, even the words, especially the words, “Submit or die,“ How could this a****l know this? She could feel his hardness. Pressed against her like a hot iron. Everything up to this point was identical to the story. Of course, this is as far as she had gotten that. I extend my arms for her to remove them, which she does. She then lies back down in her former position. I begin nursing on her left tit again as my left had wanders over to her right breast. I message her tit for a moment, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and giving a slight squeeze. He gasps in pleasure and then again as I flick her other nipple with my tongue.“You've been a good slave tonight. As a reward, you get to fuck me anyway you like and cum when you want,” she. ”“Okay honey, see you soon, I need to check the oven.”Cindy arrived on time. She greeted her mother with a hug, and then took the initiative to cut up food for a relish tray. After that she set the table. “You are such a big help,” her mother said when things were done. Just in time too, the reverend should be here in about twenty minutes. Cindy smiled, and trembled lightly, hoping her mom would not notice. “I wish I had a glass of wine to settle my nerves.”“I thought about it dear, but. It felt stuffy inside the shop and I could smell incense. I pressed my thighs together and my pussy felt wet. I was confused. I was convinced it must have been the sexy underwear which was making me feel odd.I asked the girl if I could try on the set and she took me into a plush, velvet lined changing room with an antique gold mirror. A burgundy chaise longue was pushed against the wall."I will have to lock the door" she said, in what I sensed was a Spanish accent. "In case a customer comes.