In the meantime, Arif, who is Kabeer's father, but I call him Abbu mostly out of respect, was downstairs as usual and every morning he brings me a cup...of tea in bed. Now let me explain that Abbu is 61 years of age, balding a little and a slight beer belly after spending most evenings with friends eating out.Well as usual Abbu had made the tea and as usual had brought it to me in bed. This morning however I was so wrapped up in my personal world of masturbation that I did not hear him knock and. Sensing Kolra, I faced her and nodded in respect. Kneeling once had been enough to satisfy honor. I wouldn’t do it again. The goddess stood before her alter and watched as I approached.“Welcome back, Ciarra,” she said. “Those imposters were sent by another deity. They captured my clergy and bound them with enchanted slave collars. I had Vixen free them. Lead them in service, and you will become my High Priestess.”I glared at her, “I’m the only one that gives Vixen orders.”“Calm down. I didn’t. "What?" You could hypnotize me to do things... like the restaurant trick you did on Friday... but this time, for real. Make me a real slave."Horrified didn't begin to describe my reaction. "Fuck... NO!"I think the vehemence in my voice surprised Shirley. With a tiny voice, she asked, "What's wrong, Jim?" What's wrong? Everything is wrong! You're my girl friend. I don't want a fucking slave!"Shirley didn't answer. Instead, I saw tears in her eyes.I led Shirley to the sofa and we sat down. As we. It felt so good. He slowly got faster and harder and after what seemed like ages his pace started to pick up.He started fucking me harder and harder, holding onto my suspenders again and pulling me onto him. I pushed my face into the pillow trying to muffle my screams. My body totally lost control as he reached forwards grabbing my hair. I heard him say, “Yes,” as he came deep inside me again.I must have passed out because the next thing I knew his alarm was going off.Getting off the bed I.