Until he felt it captured the essence of who he really is. He sat at one of the dozen tables in the center of the room and opened a red binder. He was...’t really focused on the binder. His mind kept wandering. He thought about the seminar he had only recently attended. The class had been all about finding the right life partner. One helpful exercise at that seminar had the students define what they wanted in a life partner. What positive traits you wanted and needed. What bad or annoying traits. But when tonight finally came, they barely had time to enter Samuel’s chambers, crazed with want. He made her lie on the bed, rucked her skirts up, rucked his tented tartan up to display a full, dripping erection that he dipped in her impatient channel unceremoniously.“Bluidy hell, Harriet!” he rasped, panting. “You’re so wet, so hot,” he thrust deep. “And you’re gripping me like doomsday!” he became frantic. “What did you do?”She had no answer, but when he yanked her bodice down to gobble her. As I roughly shook her trembling body, I commanded again, “Say the words!”“Oooooooh, nooooo, I can’t nooooo” she moaned, but even as she uttered the words, the overpowering knowledge of her guilt and helplessness melted her last defenses and she knew it was useless to struggle anymore. Though her own weakness sickened and repulsed her, the urgent demands of her aroused body had completely conquered her protesting conscience. It was no longer a matter of right and wrong. All that mattered was. It's okay." Miranda hugged her owner, gently, rocking slightly. Unconsciously, her body emitted extra warmth and pheromones. She cooed melodically, desperate to calm Tegan down.After a long moment, Tegan was breathing almost normally again, and tapped Miranda on the shoulder. The thralldoll let go."That helped."Miranda smiled widely, in expectation. Tegan smiled, too, though her huge breasts still quivered slightly with her rage and fear."Good girl."She whimpered and bit her lip in.