He did not give any reply he just hold he tight. I can’t resist that that was my first ever hug. Then he lay over me and places his face on my neck ...nd he kisses that their and my face upper portion of my breast. I was just in a dreame at that time his tool is become harder and harder, touching at my pussy. We continue the kisses very long time. He trying to make lip to lip I suddenly moves my face but he take my face and began to kiss after some time it become Sweet. He was not just kissing me. Finally, the veil had come off and the loyal slave had gained the upper hand. Satisfied that not even the legendary will of Batman was enough to break this programming, he smiled. He was a good slave. Just as he was about to plug in the cell phone it vibrated and he raised it to his face. It was a reply to the jerk-off pictures he had just confessed to his new owner's number.The message consisted of only one word and one picture.Jerk like a loyal mind-controlled slaveUnderneath was the picture. My Mom put a stop to it and told us to stand with our tits pressed to the big window in the living room. It was still daylight and if we could see out that meant people could see us. I saw Mrs. Hannigan, and Vicki Waxerman get in their Cadillac and leave. They weren’t surprised to see us hung in the window naked even though they turned up their nose in disgust. Anyone who walked past would be able to see us from the road. There is a delayed humiliation of anticipation while you wait for some. Taking my wet hand out of the tub and gliding my finger around the tip of his ever-hardening cock. I wrap my hand around the base and stroke slowly, I watch his head fall back in pleasure. “Oh yeah baby.” He moans. I continue to pump his cock with my wet hand; feeling the warmth of my breath as I run the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, all while still pumping it in my hand. Wrapping my mouth around his rock hard shaft and taking in every inch nice and slow. “MMMMM…oh yeah.” He.