I said, “you look like you could use this.”She reached and took it. She looked to be a hard 25 years; 5’5”, slender with mousy blond hair, tig...t jeans, and a faded t-shirt that looked well-filled. I said, “I could give you more if you’d go for a short car ride.” She just got in. I asked if the guy would mind, and she said not at all.As we pulled away, I said, “First, let’s be safe. Flash me your tits to prove we’re not cops, either of us.” She grinned, and revealed beautiful C cups, no bra. She. If the dominatrix so desired, she would send her slave to the clinic to be impregnated but they never went into much detail after that. Whatever/however it is done, it sounds like it hurts. ‘Welcome to your new home. You are not allowed out of this house for no reason at all unless I give you permission or for whatever reason you think I am hurt. You are not allowed to leave the play room unless you are cooking, cleaning, or am doing something I asked you to do around the house or outside of. We walked around the corner, this time he held my arm tighter as we walked up the stairs to the Southern City Police Station. “Steven, what are we doing here? Please answer me!” I pleaded- my voice a bit louder than I would have liked it to be. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble or anything like that,” he said. I wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t. He took me into a room and asked me to take a seat. “I’m going to be back,” he told me. I sat down and rubbed my cold, clammy hands together as. He had tried to be so smooth."I let him help me over to the side of the court. Oh, Janey, I was shameless. I leaned into him, then held on to him, rubbing my chest all over his. He could have had me then and there, I was so horny. I could feel his hardness against my tummy and it made me all tingly. I moved my leg between his and pressed it up against his cock. Then I moved it back and forth."He groaned and then pulled away, ashamed because he had spurt his stuff in his pants. I wouldn't let.