She despaired that her lover could do anything to extract her. As for the Prime Minister, it was apparent that his kindliness was totally deceptive, b...cause has he wanted to stop the transfer, he could have done so. She was at the Grand Duchess’s residence because he had allowed it. Anyhow, the Prime Minister didn’t matter, because he would be out of office soon enough. What Maria Elena had forgotten, however, was her conversation with the Priestess from the Temple of the Ancients. The. If he wants me to get a dildo and use it on myself, well, I am now his slave and his wish is my command, even when I’d rather his wish was using his own god given dildo on and in me. Max knew exactly what was happening to me. In his years of experience he’d probably had other girls just like me. That’s part of my slave mentality. I love having an experienced master even if it means he’s had hundreds of girls before me and that I mean so little to him. During my meltdown Max unbuttoned. I roughly kissed her and pushed my tongue inside her mouth. Emma returned the kiss and moaned as I moved my hands to her ass and squeezed her ass cheeks. I lifted her dress up and found her already wet pussy. “No panties, huh?” I said. Emma just smiled. She walked away from me into the living room. She walked straight to the dining table, losing her shoes on her way there. I just followed her. She lost her dress just before she reached the table. She put her hands on the table, bent over and. "When I started walking, I started feeling sorta groggy, and out of it.The saleslady led me into the back room, which resembled a laboratory,or something. Now a few minutes after taking the little blue pills theygave me, I started feeling odd, in body and mind both. Not really sick,but not normal either. I felt sorta "loose", and sorta agreeably pliant.I now didn't have much of a objection, when the saleslady helped me outof my skirt, top, pantyhose, and shoes when she asked. She then handedme.