I daydreamed about us going skinny dipping late at night in Johnson's creek, nothing on my skin except the water, the moonlight and the heat of his si...very blue eyes. I would wake up in the middle of the night and turn my head, picturing how he'd look lying next to me, his arms cradling me gently and his long legs tangled with mine. I couldn't believe I was having these kinds of fantasies and I hadn't even kissed the man!I tried to see if he'd been affected by that innocuous phone call like I. " I don't care! I just ... I just want a taste of you."Debby realized that Heather had not made her say that; Heather had simply made it easier to say, just as it did the next words that came to her."I want to make you cum hard, " Debby whispered.Heather grinned. "But first I get to do that to you." She clamped her mouth over Debby's mound and sucked hard."Oh, Goddess, yes!" Debby cried.The Gina within, the one ensconced in her hidden room deep inside the mind of the would-be slave, did not. He pulled me out of the shower, dropped me on my knees on the hallway floor, wrapped his belt around my throat and walked me to my couch. You like the feeling of my belt around your throat, dont you, cunt I breathed a quiet yes. He pulled my wet skirt down and I squirmed out of it. He marched me to the couch, me still on my knees and pushed me until my hips were flush against the cushion, face pressed into the back. He pulled my panties down and pushed them into my mouth. He asked if Id ever. ”“No, what is there in that, I have some time even today..”” I don’t know, how can you..”“don’t worry, just enjoy” I took up the bottle in my hand.“Hey hey, wait, I need to get ready. See that plastic sheet there, spread it behind the stool in front of the dressing table, it will prevent oil from dripping onto the floor.”The dressing table was in her bedroom, right next to a brightly sunlit window, with fogged glasses. I walked over and picked up the plastic sheet, and turned around. She had.