”He managed a smile.“There’s no need to let the feeling of insecurity get the better of you. Dawn loves you,” Bradley said. “It’s just the...sex. She needs the sex. They all do... wives like her, I mean. They enjoy sex more because they know that they have the freedom to do it with a happy cuckold husband at home. He provides their security and gives them the freedom to enjoy their sexuality. They like to experiment Alan and try things out; things that they may be shy of doing with their. Logan let his attention wander lower across the helpless woman’s writhing body. His mouth explored her breasts and tasted her skin. At the same time, his hand drifted below the waterline, down the inside of her thigh, slowly tickling his way closer ... and closer... “Touch me, Logan,” Karen moaned. “Please, oh please.”He touched her folds and gently dragged his fingertips over her soft, swollen flesh. Up and down, softly exploring her shape and randomly brushing at her clitoris. All across the. Her buttocks clenched reflexively but, ignoring that, I pressed gently against the dimple of her ass with my forefinger, greasy from her cunt-juice, until the protecting ring of muscle surrounding her opening gave way and the tip of my finger slid into her bottom. She was breathing raggedly and shallowly as now, in complete command of my pretty victim, I began to finger-fuck her ass as I slowly and thoroughly felt her breast. I knew that we were being watched by some of our fellow passengers. I could then feel the trunk being lowered from the van and rolled, it seemed, across the concrete. Then it was lifted and carried up a series of steps, presumably into the plane that would take me to my new life. My heart was pounding, but I knew I had nothing to fear - other than, of course, the perils that a slave girl routinely faces. Someone had paid a large amount of money for absolute ownership of my body, my talents, and my complete submission, and he would ensure that I arrived safely.