What about John?”“I need this. I want this! You want it too. Please, don’t make me go. Make love to me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want to m... but don’t make me go.” The words choked up in her throat as the tears came. She couldn’t leave, she wouldn’t leave. This wasn’t just about some random fuck with a stranger to get off. This wasn’t a cheap thrill. This was a woman she loved as a friend, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to experience the. ? Limpopo rolled her eyes as she sighed resignedly. ?It?s impossible to fight when the slightest movement causes you to become hopelessly horny. How can you struggle or wrestle when your clitty takes immediate control.? Sally then realised the total subjection that the girls endured. There was no way they could fight, struggle or run. Their intensely sensitive clitties ruled their every move and they were forced to lead passive sedentary lives. Sally then wondered why they. She’ll watch the worship video you’ve brought for Her, or that’s on your laptop, with you spunking Her pics or your pants for real, or animated cartoon. She’ll laugh a lot seeing that, or hearing the commentary. Throughout the Session She’ll show a lot in Her skimpy outfit, and then pose in it. She knows you’ll spunk your pants at some point, and even talks about it – “did you bring a spare pair of underpants?!” “I’ve made you wet your pants Graham!” “I bet your pants are soaked!” She’ll call. "I see that. Impressive."I blush harder and bite my lip. Suddenly my stomach growls in hunger. I realize I hadn't eaten since the car ride here when I managed to snag a couple of cereal bars. How I hadn't gotten hungry is a mystery. She smiles and walks to the bathroom. "If you want, I can make us some breakfast?" I hesitate. Was this getting more personal than it should? "I-I don't know. Maybe I should go?"I say tentatively. She turns to me after putting on a black silk robe. It looked so hot.