I was built for fucking. I wanted one long screaming orgasm, and then another. And this was from someone who still had her brains. There was no way…...o way…that someone who had their brains dimmed by the bimbo throne would be able to go without sex. I was aroused to a degree I hadn’t known possible. It wasn’t just a vague want or desire, it was burning, driving need. The scary thing was it would be so easy to get. My body was so responsive to everything that giving was as stimulating as getting.. The reason for this policy is that demis are viewed as inferior to humans, little more than animals, and therefore need to be controlled. To truly get rid of a demi, a master would need to sell them or have them put down.While demis are born into slavery and may never escape it, all humans are born free. There are different ways for a human to end up as a slave: They can be forcibly sold into slavery as a severe punishment for crimes they have committed or to cover their debts if they have. Katie had obviously been awake for a while before he had arrived since in addition to having coffee ready for them, she had also baked blueberry muffins, which he realized were fresh out of the oven. She had been so much more open and revealing about herself since their first weekend, and she regaled him over coffee and muffins with stories about her and Cile learning how to cook over the years in one of their homes or the other.It didn’t seem to matter, because from how she described her. I was actually nose to neck with him. I landed on my back, and felt the moisture on the grass start to cool my skin, which had been sweating, as well as soaking into the soft satin material of my pants. It was cold. “Juan.. no… This is ****!” I spoke. We had landed directly underneath the back window of one of the hotel rooms, and I didn’t want to get caught. I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me, realizing what was going on, or anything. I didn’t want anyone to find out about Ben,.