You crave humiliation. You need to cum. You cannot cum without humiliation. You will obey your mistress. You love to lick ass. You need to serve. You ...re a slut. You are a possession. You crave humiliation. You need to cum. You cannot cum without humiliation. Over and over, never stopping, pain, pleasure, commands, continuous cycles, over and over. Sandy's world was now centered on her body and the stimulus. There was nothing else. Dawn was fully engaged with the programming. She had learned. My hands were pressing his pants were he was bulging. I pulled his zip down and slid my hands into his briefs. I could feel the cock struggling inside. With one hand I removed his jeans button and pulled his jeans down, his cock was straining in the briefs. I ran my hand into his brief and felt his cock. I could feel the thick cock and the head in my hands. It was already dripping wet with his precum. I kept moving the skin up and down and could feel it jerk in my hands. Ankit put his hand. “She’s lucky to have someone like you to look after her. You look like you’ve grown rather attached to her,” I said quietly.“It is something like that I guess. It’s like- I don’t know how to explain it, but it just feels natural. Easy. Like I’ve found a part of myself.” After glancing toward Emily and tenderly stroking her cheek, Lauren added, “Her feeding from me makes me feel so much closer to her. I don’t think I’ve ever grown so close to anyone else this fast before. It’s amazing how far. She opened the drawer and showed him all the protection he was going to need. “I may have been a widow for twenty years, but I was no nun.” She turned to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. As confidently as she spoke, her hands shook slightly. She eased the shirt down his arms. Both of his biceps displayed military tattoos. She kissed each one and traced them with her finger. She swept her hands across his broad chest, stopping to rub his nipples. She could hear his breathing quicken..