She let me see her memories and of course she saw all of mine. She not only knows of you, but she’s seen all that we’ve done together. She’s ver... excited to meet you if you accept. Of course, you will be just as much her slave as mine.” “What will being a slave be like?” I ask. “I’m not going to lie, it won’t be easy. It’ll be very degrading at times. But it’s worth it. According to Astrid, being a slave is meant to humble you. It is meant to strip away who you were, so you can become so much. And watch the sun slowly dip westward your resting your head on my shoulder and we are not saying anything at this moment as were just taking the sunset in as the sky is full of colours reddish orange, orange, purples and blues we both notice though that the clouds are getting grey and almost black. The wind begins to pick up and the heavens open and it starts absoutely lashing down and all of sudden the sky is black and its raining that hard that the water is now dripping into the hole so. "Such an eager girl to be pleasured.Ooh, you can't seem to stop rubbing your thighs together. Let me freeyour clitty from your gaff." Oh my God, Brandee, your little clit, though swollen with happiness is somuch smaller than I remember. It must be the hormones. It looks so cutelike that, dare I say, even girlie?" With her left hand she stroked mygirlish weenie with heat and with her right, cupped my right breast into amound to be engulfed by her talented mouth. It felt like I had become. I tightened the strap around her calf and sat on the floor to watch. Mom let a soft moan escape from her lips."Yeah, fuck yeah," I muttered, then clapped my hand over my mouth but Mom didn't hear me. I watched, fascinated by Mom's legs as they jerked and quivered, especially the left one on which the vibrator was strapped. I loved the way her muscles tensed when she pushed up on her tippy-toes, held herself aloft for as long as she could and then relaxed, only to repeat the cycle seconds later..