Uhm, could you bring me my gift back to me? I promise to bring them back to you tonight. I have an appointment this afternoon that I couldn't get out ...f and I don’t want any... wardrobe malfunctions.”I texted her back letting her know that I will of course bring them to her. Just where did she want me to bring them to. She texted back an address that I didn’t recognize and I went to get ready to go. It didn’t take long for me to get ready and then jump into my truck and headed out. I pulled. I leafed through a few of the pages, shocked to read'To Access a Slave', 'To Control a Slave', and more.Unexpectedly dextrous in those boots, the figure was up next to me in notime and began stabbing the page about releasing a slave with adesperate finger, the tight satin over the hands glistening in the lowlight and padlocks clacking. As it stabbed the pages, it mumbled andgrumbled, before grabbing at the front of her mask in frustration,squealing and moaning with a feminine tone. Eventually. Rinse and repeat. He treated women like playthings, wrecked people’s lives, then discarded the women like trash. Only one woman in existence had captured his heart, but once she’d died, women became objects to him. I don’t think he loved any of his current four wives, but he found them visually pleasurable, so kept them around. He hardly ever fucked them, preferring the thrill of the chase with taken women.They were little more than glorified maids at this point.I hoped I would never end up the. Two fingers. She started letting out a low groan and her knees started to quake again as her second orgasm took hold of her. It was far more intense than the first one. At the peak she cried out, “Oh God Yesss!” I slipped from her dripping sex hole and slapped her ass hard. It left a red hand print on her cheek and she visibly jumped, turning around to look at me in shock. “More?” Her eyes were incredulous and wide and so full of lust. I could tell I was wearing away her restraint. Maybe.