. good. I don't see a problem here." Her hands slid and sloshed all over, sped along by a growing amount of pre-cum.But he persisted, "Trust me. Maybe...you can't see it yet, but it's definitely going down, mentally. I can't help but think about you and Ron together, and his hands doing sexual things to you." Don't think about that!" she protested as she rubbed two fingers against his sweet spot. "I tell you, he's hardly touched me since he's come back." Well, that's a relief. But just to be on. “Do you love me, Katie?” she asked.The captive was scared to answer. She had never said those words to anyone before. She had never felt that emotion before. And now she felt it for this woman? Her kidnapper? The one who tortured and abused her… starved her and strangled her to the point of near death? She remained silent, refusing to admit it.Madame X pulled the girl off of her, grabbed her face, looked into her petrified eyes, and repeated, “Do you love me?”The slave knew that she had to tell. I see his desire swell, as well as the bulk of his cock.In a rapid movement, he reaches my sex, runs his tongue over my clit. I am moist, then wet. He decides to enter me, fuck my brains out, pounding with frantic, fast thrusts. Wishing to prolong that fuck, he slows down, frees me from the moorings, and flips me over on all fours. He lowers my head onto the pillow.“Yes, like that. Now stick up that ass!”He imposes his will on me as he touches me, seeking to arouse me with his fingers on my. “Only for you” I replied and we continued our walk joking and flirting. A block later as we passed a row of darkened store windows, I spotted an alley up ahead that gave me an idea. As we walked passed, I grabbed Alyssa’s wrist and pulled her with me.“Ow!” she complained as she was somewhat roughly pulled into the alley and out of the streetlight. “What are you doi-”I cut her off with a passionate kiss. My hands on her neck, pulling her face to mine, my lips pressed against hers. At first firm.