” I finished pulling my underwear back into place. Joe started to get re-dressed as well.“Look,” I said, touching his cheek, “let’s go see t...at movie and, if you want, maybe we can have some more fun between it and dinner. Ok?Knowing he had a promise to have a good thing going, Joe nodded, and we both got back in the front seat. He started the car again and we headed to the movie. I fixed my hair and make-up while he drove.The movie was pretty good. Lots of explosions and bullets flying.. I gazed at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. It was the perfect camel toe, with thick outer lips and just a tiny strip of inner lips peeking past her slit. Her very light brown pubic hair was thick over her pussy. I began kissing her inner thighs working my way to her pussy. As I got close I could smell her pungent overheated sex. There was a tiny wet dribble forming at the bottom of her slit. I gently licked it up. It was a little tart and delicious. I ran my tongue up her slit to her. Harrison. While moving, I shifted my thong from against my purse to my other hand. “Put out your hand, sir.” He looked at me puzzled but did as I requested. Grasping the skimpy article of clothing by the narrow band at the side, I allowed it to dangle over his hand a moment before dropping it.His hand closed around the material and for a moment was speechless, his eyes pointed down at his hand. Had I overplayed this? No. Without looking up, he muttered, “It’s so wet …”Again, just loud. I have sunk so low that Iam grateful for being pissed on! Not only am I a slave constantly bearing the marks of brutal beatingsand torture, but I am also growing thinner and thinner. While never fatin any way, I did have a bit of fat here and there when I arrived. Notso anymore. Now I'm a very skinny slave, my ribs clearly visible, my assskinny and hard. The muscle-tone on my arms has gone, since I never usethen anymore. My arms are never free. There's a bit more muscle in mythighs, but they.