’ ‘Do you really believe that’s true?’ Hope gazed into his eyes, sensing something dark and dangerous stirring within his soul. He wanted her....He wanted to turn her on for hours. He wanted to watch her lie in his bed and squirm, her cunt exposed, while he teased her into a mindless frenzy. She could see it in his mind…handcuffs…restraints…things that ran on batteries. She could see the things he wanted to do to her soft, yielding flesh. And she wanted him to do those things. She wanted it. . Tessa stayed with me, she was fighting back the tears.With Dave gone, I suggested that both Ann and Tessa could benefit from a nap, they agreed. In the days that followed, Ann stayed with me and Tessa opted to stay in the spare bedroom. I was happy to have them both around. They were good company, always cheerful. Their habit of sunbathing topless in the privacy of my back garden was an added bonus.Sex with Ann was plentiful, we were both getting over long dry spells and now we were able to. Still laughing, he removed the ribbon. "I love you," he said. He kissed where the tape had stuck below my navel, and then where the bow had been centered. While I climbed into bed, he lit a candle and turned off the light.For a while, being a sex slave was a lot like being a wife. We kissed for a good long time while he petted me all over. He moved his kisses to my breasts and his hand between my legs. The kisses turned into suckling on my left breast, as the caresses between my legs turned. It made her feel good, and appreciated.After dinner, Mark offered to help her with the dishes, and Sara led the young Italian male into the kitchen, and they stood side by side washing and drying dishes. She smelled his cologne, and watched his firm ass as he bent over to wash the dishes. Sara felt herself dampen between her legs, as she continued watching the hunky male. She was so horny, and having a houseful of young meat was going to drive her crazy. As Mark reached for the last dish, his.