“You want to act like a little slut,” she said as she spun me round to face her once more. “Then I’ll make you be a little slut!”She hooked ...er finger into the ring at my neck once more and dragged me over to her Master. She pulled downwards forcing me to my knees if front of him. I looked up to be faced with his groin, and the large hard looking bulge in his tight leather trousers. “This is a real man!” she told me. “A Master. And I’m sure if you do a good job today, he could become your. The police agreed and said they would get someone to speak to her there.LucyWhen we arrived at the hospital Charlotte's mother was rushed to the operating theatre and we sat with her in the waiting room."Do you feel like talking about what happened and how you come to be related to Charlie?" I asked her. "You don't have to deal with questions like that now if you don't feel up to it." My dad died of cancer, and my mum married again. He was a policeman and seemed nice, but almost from the. A lamia. Her slitted eyes fixed on me, keen vision noticing me.Then they flicked to the sleeping, snoring man.The warleader slept naked atop his blankets, his body a dusky brown and so muscled his veins stood out against his skin. A shaved head gleamed in the lantern light. A black mustache, the ends long and drooping down to his chin, adorned a squat and chiseled face.The lamia shook her head in warning, an iron slave collar tight about her throat. She mouthed, “Run.”I winked at her.I crept. Reaching out to grab my hands, he put them either side of his head; he then took hold of my arse again. Just when I was about to ask him what he was doing, his mouth slowly glided down my cock; unbelievably, he sucked down every last centimetre of my cock, making slobbery noises, until his nose was nestling in my pubic hair. “Oh, my fucking god!” I nearly yelled.“Mmmf!” He mumbled through his mouthful of cock, trying to tell me to keep quiet. He held me there for a moment, breathing hard.