“Yes, Master.” She smiled and pushed back, his cock moving deeper. “But I am your slave, Master. I would not have survived. I would not have adj...sted to being a common slave that could be used and abused by any man. I would not have been able to accept that. But you … you were different from the start. You taught me to be the best slave because I had to be for both of us. But there was always something different.” She was quiet for several moments, her thoughts bouncing around in her head as. She began to massage her own breasts and tweak her nipples, she was becoming even more aroused. The thought of the people watching her was building her up higher and higher. Suddenly she felt two hands grasp hers and pull them above her head, the gently but firmly restrained her as Tom continued his kissing. Who’s were they? Then she realised, someone must have entered the room form one of the other doors. Then she felt a mouth on her left breast, circling the nipple with their tongue and. I laughed at her comment and said then we should finish our wine and make our way to the room. She agreed and we down the wine that was left in our glasses. I opened the fridge and passed Jen the whipped cream that I bought and the fresh clean strawberries. She said this looks like it's going to be a lovely dessert as she gave me a naughty smirk and turned away and started walking up to the room. Once in the room Jen squirted some whipp cream onto her lips. I moved to her and kiss her, licking. I kick and buck and twist. But Thomas is strong, almost as strong as Dad. But Dad doesn’t hold me like that unless I am breaking things or hurting myself. Thomas can be mean.This morning my head was exploding with voices. That happens a lot. I don’t remember now what the voices were saying. It wouldn’t have mattered. I just couldn’t make them stop. I screamed to cover them up. I put my head down like a bull and charged. The top of my head crashed into the wall of my bedroom. The wall crumbled.