He then squeezed hard, crushing her tits in his hands. It was not enough to damage but enough to cause pain, and lifted her up towards his face, forci...g her onto her toes. “Slave, tell me ... what do you want?”Tears welled up in her eyes, “She just wants to know she is needed and wanted sir. She needs to know she has a ... a home where she can serve!”The hands holding her tits twisted slightly, adding pressure, “The slave said she wants to add to the stability and loyalty of the house. How. They were hard and nasty to chew as Julie's. Then she reached behind her and started scratching at something. She dropped some gunk into my mouth that felt a lot like bellybutton gunk but tasted exactly like shit, but worse. She did it again, and I realized that she was scratching deep inside her ass crack and feeding me the gunk that accumulates there. Ugh!And still no reward again.Erica only peed and shaved her legs.The week went by routinely until Wednesday night when Darcie and Francesca. Next, I felt his fingertips fan down my belly, slip right under my panties’ waistband and scoot over my pubes. As I polished his corona shiny and purple, he went right in for the kill! I felt one fingertip plow right down through my furrow, then press firmly into my pussy. Ten seconds of steady pressure relaxed my vulva and I felt the silkiness sink into my little well. I felt a few raspy double-finger swishes froth me up and I quivered in delight as he mopped pussy juice up to my anxious. He tried to remember the last thing he had done just for himself, and nothing came to mind. He had no regrets. It was a dangerous game he was playing, a fool’s hand most likely. He risked it all with her. He felt alive for the first time since he could remember. Before her, he felt as if he were marking time until his death. Existing. Breathing. Sleeping. Working. For one moment with her, he would give everything, and anything. He would give up all of his tomorrows for just one kiss. There was.