Months of court, testimonies, and horrible re-accounts had finally paid off. The physical scars were slowly healing, but the real scars ran far deeper... Months, maybe years of therapy could never erase or ease the memories of that dreadful night.Every time Libby closed her eyes, she could see his face. The menacing look in his eyes penetrated into her soul. Knowing he would be behind bars did little to comfort her. She wanted the pain to go; she wanted to be that happy, cheerful girl she had. She's a really sound sleeper! Anyway, there is this box tucked behind a desk in the corner. It wasn't just like a cardboard box, it had a lid and I guess it was more like a trunk than a box. And it was like, decorated. It was a little dark, so I couldn't see what was on it. I looked at it for a few minutes, thinking, there's no way that I can open that box and not wake her up. But I was so curious about what was in it!So, I snuck over to it. Trying not to make a sound. I kept looking back over. His lips were working wonders as he swirled his tongue around her hot clitoris. His fingers squeezed at her ass. He pushed his tongue deep in her cunt and let his nose tickle her clit. She threw her head back and her body was sweating. She started to ride his face. Thrusting her hips into him. Desiring more and more.Wanting it to last forever but come right away.He quickened his pace and lapped at her pussy with furious swirls. She started to moan, and he reached at her tits with both hands as. “We’ve explained that in a Dom/sub relationship, the sub gives up some control of their life to their Dom. This can be from just bedroom sex up to involving almost their entire life. Hanna has given up control when we are together to me. A slave is a sub who gives up total and absolute control to their Dom. A slave has no rights, no safe words. They do whatever their Dom tells them to, even if and where they work.”“Being a slave is bad then?”“No,” Hanna answered, “although it’s unusual in our.