“I'm going to make you mine,” Helga whispered. Her voice was breathier than before. “Keep me satisfied, priestess, and I'll keep you by my side....I'll keep you safe.” She moaned as Iona sucked at her pussy. “Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. But you must be loyal to me, like a good pet would. Even in your heart. Do you want that, priestess?”Iona hesitated, feeling a wave of humiliation run through her. Deep inside her, she felt a stirring in her body, one she didn't want to think too hard. She went down and licked her lips. She took my whole dick in her mouth and gave me a awesome deep throat, down to her uvula, and brought it back out. She then began to suck on the tip. As I stood there in a daze. Sara was moaning softly, I was ready to fuck her brains out and wanted to move to the bed. I asked her if she would mind if we moved on to the sex, but she ignored me and kept sucking me off. I asked her a second time if we could move on to something else, because I didn't want to cum.. I kissed her lips, and parted my own to sneak my tongue out to explore the shape and taste and feel of hers. She responded in kind, and our tongues danced lightly around each other. I raised myself up on one elbow and looked down at her, with her long blonde hair spilled over my pillow, then I bent down and kissed her again.This time, as our lips and our tongues played against one another, I started caressing Sandra's body again. A little more forcefully this time. No, "forcefully" isn't the. The glorious days that they thought would never end abruptly did end. Her degree in Finance landed her a decent job in a brokerage. A sexy woman with a brain that could compete with the men in the office surprisingly went over well. But in a high-powered, high-energy world of highs and lows and financial windfalls and withering-dying on the vine losses produced emotion. Emotion in a place where she worked along with men of wealth and means was a drug.Her sexuality was too much for most men to.