Vix knew she wanted him to ask why she was here but he didn’t feel like it and he had money to count.She broke first. “I’ve come to speak with y...u.”“That much is clear.”“ ... Thank you for saving me.”He looked to see if she was serious. “You’re welcome.”Then she just started talking of her home in the Corpsewood, of its beauty and splendor. He didn’t try to stop her but to his knowledge, the forest was full of zombies. But to each their own.“It has changed so much,” she said, referencing the. Gwen you need to tell me what is happening I am a little confused here.”“You will be my sex slave and you will obey me or pay the price. Is that understood?”“Yeah right!”“Wrong answer.” I am thrown on the bed and my hands are pulled above my head and latched some way to the bed. I can’t move and lay face down on the bed. “This is far enough Gwen. I don’t like this, let me up.”Suddenly I feel a hand hit my ass. I kick and struggle. “Cut it out Gwen.”“I am your mistress and you will. Could I see your licence, please? It's a formality toverify your name and address."Gillian delved in her handbag for the licence which fortunately she hadremembered to bring and handed it to the constable. He looked at it, andthen at her and back at the licence."Yes, Constable, that is me. I'm John Robertson." It's all right Madam, er, Sir. I can see the resemblance. We see lots ofthings in the course of duty. I'll just make a note of the name andaddress and get a colleague from York to come. She began what I could only describe as a ‘perfect’ blow job. Every time I was about to cum, she calmed me down. She knew things, great things. After the third time, I asked, “Could you let me please cum, Jessica?”“Sure, where do you want to put your cum?”Knowing better than to answer that question honestly, I said, “Your tits, can I cover your tits with my cum?”She got up on her haunches, pointing my dick at her chest, and went into high gear jacking me off. It only took about fifteen seconds.