Your ass.”I try to apologize for frightening her while she straightens up and gets dressed. “That was fucking hot,” I tell her. “Fuck off,” ...he says and then gives me a sweet smile. “You can make it up to me by taking me to a nice meal and some overpriced cocktails.”So we headed out to dinner. She ate and drank a couple of drinks. I think to myself, ok tonight I’m gonna talk with her about my suspicions. I’m gonna play it cool with no judgment. I want to find out what’s been going through her. " She cried, but not wanting to be hurt again, began: "I am your sex slave." "Say it with your full name, girl." "I, Jamie Elizabeth Sullivan, am your sex slave." "Say that I own you, girl." "I am the property of you, my new master." I grinned. "Now, Jamie, offer me your breasts." Not wanting to get smacked again, she cupped her tits and thrust themout at me, turning her face away from me in shame. "No, look at me, slave." She did at the threatening tone in my voice. I. “MaybeI can help coax your friend back to life a littlesooner.” With that she started to peal off her blouse and tossedit at Jack. She the leaned over and pushed her titstogether, giving him a good look at her deliciouscleavage. Then, slowly, teasingly, she took off herbra, flashing her 38d breasts in his face. Neither Becky or the girls in the video had anything onhis grandmother. Her nipples were every bit as long andjuicy looking. Jack licked his lips in anticipation ofhow. Then he gently lifted her back into her original position, making room so that he could lie down next to her.Diana’s eyes suddenly blinked several times and she was startled to realize that she had fallen asleep - or passed out - for what must have been several minutes. But there was James, leaning on one elbow and smiling down at her, his free hand resting lightly on her stomach.“Welcome back,” he said softly.They lay there together for a while longer, James telling her how well she had done,.