Just like me!The dim light that fell on her fair skin made her look sexier. I started rubbing her back gently and then suddenly started biting her ass...cheeks. A moan escaped her. I laid over her body and my dick was poking her big yet firm ass while I was licking her neck. As my hand tried to feel her boobs and my tongue continued to lick her ears, she said in a husky voice, “Fuck me, Akshay!”Soon after, I got up leaving her perplexed. But before she could say anything, I was back with two. And Jonathan is taking less notice of my reply than she does of the cat's purrs and meows. Am I still human? Have I become some sort of "other"? Is that what being a slave does to you? That you adapt to the way you are treated and your status as a slave hardens around you like a new skin? Actually, they don't stop my asking what's going on. I do it to myself, I realise. Time to re-assert my humanity, I think. Time to re-engage my ego, even if I make my response in the respectful tone that is. Suzanne got in around two thirty. She had on a tight red stretch fabric dress on. Nothing else. Her nipples pressed proudly against the material. I watched through my semi closed eyes as she pulled the dress up and over he head. I couldn't see any bruising in the light seeping in from the bathroom, but she was stark naked under the very short dress. I my cock was steel hard.She climbed into bed and straddled me. She felt wet and loose. She dropped down and kissed me deeply. Then she raised up,. His words echoed in my brain as I pulled up my pants. I thought to myself, I've always wanted to go around naked but was too afraid of what mom would do. Taking a deep breath, I took off my pants and pulled off my underwear. I felt dirty and excited walking out of the bedroom.I walked into the kitchen a little nervous. Jerry looked up and smiled. Doesn't that feel better, he asked. With a nervous chuckle I said, I guess. But it actually felt exciting. After eating we went to the living room. I.