She'd been thinking of Mz Dominica's pussy. But as shebecame more awake, the slave realized it was a hard plastic tube.Suck... swallow... suck... swal...ow... It tasted good. Felt so good,going down her throat."That's right, slut. Suck. Drink all your water."Daniella opened her eyes. Mz Dominica was holding a big sipper bottlein front of her face."It's so easy to get dehydrated, up here in the mountains," she said."We wouldn't want that to happen, would we, slave?"Still sucking on the tube,. . an hour of pure torture, an hour of desire you never knew you could feel, and hour of wanting to say something – anything just to hear your voice say his name. To ask for more pain. To plead for release from your master... A cloth covers your eyes now and goes over your ears as well. No longer can you hear even the slightest breath – even your own. Fingers return and grab your pussy hair and even with it being so wet you end up on your bed on your back. Your legs are raised and you feel him. He continued. “I can see in your eyes the satisfaction you would get from slitting my throat on our wedding night.”Rachael didn’t respond. She knew escape was impossible maybe revenge was the only solution“I am not afraid,” he added, “I know you will not do it.”Rachael just stared back non committal.“Let me show you why,” he said almost tasting the hatred emitting from the sexy American newshound.The general snapped a finger and a nearby aid hurried forward. He had a small camcorder in his hand. He laughed nervously though. He really hadn’t a clue what this was all about.But Bill took his son seriously for a moment. Bill yelled furiously at the closed door his wife had walked out of five minutes ago, ?Yeah! What the fuck are they going to do? Spank a grown man?!? In truth, the two women were sitting on the other side of the door and laughing while Chris and Bill discussed the note. They were listening to every word the two men said. They were just making the two of them sweat it out by.