He was obviously finally horny after rejecting her night out invitation the previous night. She had fallen asleep in just her thong after a heavy nigh... drinking and as she slowly woke up, she could feel the hangover, her clothes from a few hours before were s**ttered over the floor beside her bed. Ordinarily, being woken by oral was something she expected but today was different, she felt rough and was obviously aware of the events in the nightclub toilets. She tried to put him off. “Noooo. He lay her on the bed and put his fingers in the side of her little panty and pulled it down, as she lifted herself to accommodate him."My God, you're more perfect than I imagined. So tiny and delicate, but so strong and toned. Julie, you're a gift from God." He whispered."God, please save it." She moaned sarcastically, hoping her words hurt him as he sunk to the floor beside the bed.He leaned over her to kiss her lips and then moved to her breasts, kissing and teasing her nipples with only his. I used the command word that was conditioned into you from the day you started at meat-girl school, to get you to remove your own clothes Steven said, But I resisted their conditioning tactics, thats not possible Jessica said now starting to cry, Well Jessica I guess you were wrong because all I have to do to get you to do what I want is to say two little words and your will is mine He replied, You see the words I used are normally only meant for an emergency or for really difficult meat, they. CareBear: No, definitely. Now at least you will talk to me. KillerBitch: Yes. She paused for a moment. The most important question was still waiting to be asked. Though she feared his answer, she had to know. KillerBitch: You said you knew things about me. What? CareBear: We can talk more about that next week. For now just get on with what I asked you to do. Before she had a chance to type again, he had closed the connection. * It was odd thought Ben, but suddenly KillerBitch seemed much more.