"it thought to elaborate. "Think of me playing the slave girl, and whenthe master finally thinks he has broken her, turns his back on her, andshe cuf...s him and has her way with him... if that makes sense." It does." He paused to think. "Mind control. I have a prettyintense fetish for it, and it's prevalent in your stories. It's why Iasked you about Mistress Dominique." Shh..." I shushed him, reminding him that I didn't even want him tosay her name. Like it was a curse."Let's talk mind. Pressing his hand on her cheek, she turned to kiss his palm before drawing him back into her arms, his head on her chest. ‘You have nothing to be sorry for,’ she told him firmly. She began massaging his scalp. ‘Do you want to watch TV? Or talk? About something else,’ she added quickly. ‘It’s okay. Uh, I can take off,’ he said awkwardly. ‘No. Let me take care of you now,’ she said tenderly. He squeezed his eyes shut again, holding her waist tightly. She was silent for several minutes before. "You little whore, learn to keep your juices in your body, slut," he said, sliding my panties off.He then stopped kissing me and stood at the edge of the bed and slid off his boxers, letting his 8" cock spring to attention. "You're gonna be my little bitch. Now, suck!" He said, pointing at his dick. He sat on the edge of the bed and I kneeled down in front of him. He shoved his dick in my mouth, grabbing my hair and thrusting hard. I was gagging at first, not used to sucking someone as large as. "Good morning, this is Wendy Ahern of NewsChannel 17 reporting live," began the next clip. Ahern was the reporter who'd discovered Adam and me screwing at Dhrystone Lake and put it on the air. I figured she owed me one."Two squadrons of vintage planes have appeared over the city," Ahern explained breathlessly. "At this moment, a group of six Sopwith Camels is advancing to the west. Six Fokker Triplanes are heading east. Based on our projections, they're going to meet at twelve o'clock over the.