He asked what.“He said sell me … as if it was nothing. I guess I knew intellectually in the caravan that was the expected outcome, but … to hear...it so casually suggested …”He gave her a subtle smile and touched her hand, “I am not selling you … but … I am feeding you. Come, I hear this place has entertainment, too.”Cat’s mood lifted instantly. Yes, she was a slave on this planet and there was nothing that could be done about that, but she was a slave to a man who had bonded to her purposefully. I'll let them get back to correcting traffic snarls and that sort of thing which they do so well. Homeland Security and the FBI aren't doing much better, though they do have some physical evidence that I might be able to use.Let's see ... The vehicle used as the car bomb was stolen from a suburbanite five nights before the bomb was set off. That must mean that the bomb was assembled locally. My first guess is that they used an empty building somewhere to do the assembly. I hate to use a. I rammed her hard and fast just as she asked, and she began screaming out in sheer joy as she felt me pistoning inside her.I knew when I started that it wasn't going to take long before I would blast my cum into her. I just hoped that I could get her there before me. As I fucked her like I wanted to break her, she clung to me tightly, hanging on like a bronco rider looking for that eight-second horn.I pummeled her tight pussy for about five minutes like that before I felt her body stiffening. I. Whether she got the release that she was begging for, was up to me, I could do whatever I wanted, when I wanted. “Please, I need to cum,” she mewed. ”Please let me cum.” When she wasn’t arching her head back, enjoying the pleasure that was engulfing her body, she would stare at my fingers, absorbed in the pleasure they were giving her. I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her hole, teasing her, bringing her to the edge of release, and then letting her calm down. “Please, I need to cum..