I had some revenge to exact upon both my mother and aunt, and I didn’t wish for them to dare to attempt an escape. If it meant poverty, they would l...kely balk at fleeing before my vengeance was inflicted on them. Besides, they would make excellent pets once they were broken, right? By using Manfred and my ladies to help me control them, I further invested them in their fealty to me, of course.Of course, I could also forbid the ladies to even attempt to escape. Yes, that would help as well, once. His bush, completely coated with my spit, was in my nose and face. I inhaled through my nose slowly and started to pull back, but only a little. I fucked my throat back down. Up and down, and up and down, little throat fucks. I could actually feel the area where my tonsils were getting warmer from the fuck. Then I controlled a “swallow” and that took Rick to new heights. “Son of a bitch, what are you doing? How’d you do that? Oh fuck yeah.”He pulled me off his cock sooner that I wanted. I was. It was a dangerous and potentially destructive relationship, at least for me. It was like an addiction, consuming my soul. But I couldn't resist it. And maybe I shouldn't. I didn't know, I didn't care. All I wanted was him. Actually him fucking and humiliating me. I didn't give a shit about him as a person or his thoughts. I just wanted him to give me what I wanted. And I was desperate about do or give him whatever necessary for my needs. He knew that and actually he was kind enough to give me. We had always intended to put deluxe theater seats in the room, but it still had an old couch on the top back platform, three recliners on the second row and a daybed on the front. Additionally tonight, there was a heavy steel work chair with a padded seat with its back to the door. “Have a seat, slave.” Jane said as if she were asking for me to pass the salt and the casualness of it caused me to shudder as she walked over to the day bed and flipped back the covering towel to reveal an.