I pressed them up against my nose and took in a deep breath. She had been wearing them the night before, and they still smelled like her. Last night...when I had first felt them they were still moist, and the aroma of her horny pussy was very strong within the fabric.I lifted myself up out of the bed and wandered over in front of the mirror by my closet. Looking myself up and down, I couldn't help but remember all of the things he had said about me the night before and how feminine he made me. "He looked at me, and then cocked his head to the side. "According to the files, Sarah's chip is named Violetta." I don't understand." I said.He shrugged, and rummaged in his duffel bag. He produced a laptop and a RN drive. "I suppose you haven't noticed, since she has the sex slave fantasy on it."I could feel anger welling up inside me. "What haven't I noticed?"Tuner shrugged. "Think about it. Sex slaves are supposed to do what there Master tells them to do ... to an extent ... so it's no. The pleasure felt had to be intense considering the amount of sperm that it unloaded in my mouth.Once he finished, he pronounced words which, if I did not bother me, made me feel uncomfortable."Oh yeah you're really hot, you swallow the first time!"On the bus that brought me home I thought about all this and especially what he had told me.How should I take it?Was this an insult or I will take it as a flattery extolling my sexual "entrepre- tariat".The soor came to reassure me by these messages. Instead of using the knife, Frank leaned forward awkwardly and began sucking on her left nipple. Closing her eyes, Tanya stretched up to give him easier access, sighing with nervous pleasure while her favorite man in the whole world sucked and tortured that tiny nipple into an erasure-sized nub of pure sensation.Then he stopped, and Tanya felt something hard and flat press against that sensual little nub. She flinched and her eyes flew open to stare down at the little blade pressed flat against.