I start to caress her left leg behind her knee, then slowly snake my hand up Nicki's thigh, occasionally stopping to lightly scratch my nails on her s...ft skin. My hand now snakes up further until I reach her panties..."NO!" I yell in a surprised tone, "You're not wearing any, you little devil! You know I love that..."My fingers make contact with Nicki's soft lips and I let my fingers lightly dance around in her heaven. Every now and then my fingers flick across her clit and I feel her flinch as. She thought little of it until she realized she probably wasn’t just going to be a slave, but a sex slave…And if the words they had injected in her mind were any indication, they wanted her to be a compliant one. A…slutty one. And just like that, Heather lost what little composure she had regained. panic reared its ugly head again. Sooner or later, she was going to be ****d. While being brainwashed. While being stripped of freedom and oh God they wanted her to associate obedience with. Her perfume invaded my senses. The feel of her breast soft against my chest inflamed me as I cupped her buttocks with my right hand, whilst my left placed in the center of her back drew her to me. Our lips met full and wet, not the kiss of mother and son but more with the passion of lovers, lips parted to allow our tongues to slither past, to explore and taste. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, stirring my manhood, as her breasts and pelvis pressed into my own. I pulled away from. "Incredible, baby. Just incredible," I said, stuttering over my words. "I mean, like wow."She beamed. That's just what she wanted to hear."Oh, honey," she said. "You don't think I'm getting too old or too fat?" she asked, playing a refrain from every woman's worst fears.She had model-good looks, long curly red hair, and the perfect body and the kind of face that made men fall hard. Thousands had seen, many had pursued, some had even tasted of her sweet charms, but in the end, she was all.