Mike said he wished he could be at some of her gangbangs. Tyronesaid he would send more pics of her later for Mike to drool over. We finally got to th... motel and we got to our room and Mike was practially ripping my cloths off and I stopped him and said we cant his friends are waiting at the beach. He got his sad puppy dog look, the one I always give in to, but I said no we are going to the beach. He said fine and started to change and he stripped and he had a hardon, I thought he was hugh he. I know I should panic at those words. I try, but I can’t force it. I let the horrific images of the slavery I know flit across my mind instead. ‘Now, now. None of that. Our Masters cherish their slaves. They are especially affectionate to their human ones.’I feel a small release of pressure in my mind, and I’m able to think one clear thought before the lid is screwed tight again. ‘I don’t want to be a slave.’‘Yet slave you are,’ her voice caresses my thoughts. ‘I see from your memories, even. But the way he just took me!’ She sighed and swooned a bit at the memory of him pushing her over the arm of the couch, holding her wrists together behind her back with one hand and pulling her hair with the other. He had fucked her ass without mercy and it was the hottest thing she’d ever had happen to her. She had had no idea of the power of submission. How it awoke a totally new level of hornyness within her. ‘Giving in is the best thing he has shown me.’ ‘That stupid bitch,’ she thought. I wasn’t exactly sure of what she liked so I made it as eclectic as possible while keeping it light. Dinner would not take long to prepare. We were having shrimp cocktail as an appetizer, with the main course being chicken breast marinated in wine and garlic and served over fresh angel hair pasta. Fairly simple and quick too, so I didn’t have to spend any more time with it than necessary. I maranated the chicken, cut the baguette and got the shrimp cocktails made and put on ice. The bottle of.