He slid his cock in and for a moment, simply slid in and out of her mouth, her tongue playing with his tip when he retreated and her lips massaging hi... shaft when he came back. He grasped the back of her head and began thrusting his hips forward more, his cock sliding into her throat. She struggled not to gag but couldnt help the feeling of choking. Her eyes instinctively raised to his, begging. She saw the gleam of his teeth, poised in a merciless grin before his fingers clamped on her nose.. She was a Slave and must do as she was told, deeming no task too menial and no pain too great as long as her Mistress demanded it of her.The Lady Fortescue, meanwhile, was looking down at the poor Francine and laughing inwardly as she saw the sweat pour down that hateful tall body. She saw the muscles straining on those extended arms and tired shoulders and exulted to think of the agonies the poor wretch must already be suffering, a hundred yards into a six mile journey. The sun might be unable. She lowered her voice and her eyes again. "No. Don't ever apologize for that again. I deserved that and more if the truth be known. I failed you for the past two years. I don't know if I can make it up to you but I'm going to try." Keeping her eyes down the blush came back to her cheeks and she continued, "Thank you for noticing what I have been doing. It's far too little and probably too late, but you don't know what your appreciation means to me. It really means everything. Thank you." No,. The lingerie she had carefully selected to define her curves was dark and sexy. You can’t peel your eyes away. The curve of the cups holding her breasts were inviting you to feel them. The midsection of the body suit that was cut out to expose her skin to the air made you want to slide your hand on that soft skin and pour kisses on it. She looks at you ‘innocently’ asking you how you like it. You have no words and can’t speak. This creature just evolved before your eyes. Those long chocolate.