The only sound in the room was the faint white noise of my palm caressing Bree’s skin as I made my way along the seductive curves of her waist and t...rso. Combing her hair back off her neck with my fingers, I planted tiny, little kisses on her shoulder, and gently stroked the back of her upper arm. “Hey?” I whispered. “How are you doing?” “Mmm,” she purred, pressing herself back into me. “I’m doing good. I’m just enjoying the silence.” I tried to hold my tongue to let her keep enjoying it, but I. Her lizard brain took over, her most primal instincts ordering her to hide from the gaze of this predator lest she become its next meal.She yelped as she felt something touch her back, looking up through bleary eyes to see Sleethe staring down at her. He was perfectly calm and confident, cocking his head at her as if confused by her reaction. He warbled sympathetically, her translator buzzing in her ear.“Do not fear.”She took a few sobbing breaths, composing herself as she rose slowly to her. Oh, crap. What if she tells your Mom and Dad? They might think we're gay or something." I hope not. Maybe you can ask her not to tell them, I mean this is bad enough," and I got my clothes on and left.We didn't really speak about it at school, it was just too embarrassing, and about a week later, he called asking me to come over the next Saturday. I asked him about his mom and he said she had a talk with him that same day but there had been no mention of it since. He even said that she'd asked. As I knelt there, horny like always, trying not to think of the hopelesstrap I had gotten myself caught in, she occasionally reached down with abit of food between her delicate fingertips. It might be just a crustof bread or a scrap of lettuce, but I was grateful nevertheless.Sometimes it amused her to underfeed me, at other times to do theopposite. They were reminders that it wasn't just my penis over whichshe exerted absolute control.After her meal she got up and ordered me out from under.