He had such a long, thick penis that felt so good entering me, filling me up completely. He would start so slowly but always finished fast, letting me...suck him clean. He always made sure I was completely satisfied in every way, every time.The original owners, when I first started coming to this gas station, were a younger married couple, Matt and Jess. Jess was a short, curly-haired blonde who secretly loved my nipples and clit. She would never be able to tell her husband, but she always wanted. .and beyond it seemed. She removed the plug and nipple clamps,listening to Davina yelp as the blood returned to her nipples, still shethanked her profusely."Thank you, thank you, thank you Mistress, thank you....."She lifted Davina from the bed and placed her on the floor of thebathroom and with a hand gesture she removed the bag leaving hershivering on the floor, slick with sweat and her own juices."Attend me slave," she commanded stepping into the shower.Davina followed eagerly and was soon. It was a little quieter now and I slipped into an available space. I relaxed and closed my eyes. I then felt a hand on my cock and opened my eyes to see an older guy looking at me who was rubbing my now hard cock. I took hold of his cock and rubbed him until he came. I had moved his hand off mine as I wasn't ready to cum just yet. He wasn't my type for fucking at the time. That would come later I hoped.After I wanked him off, the older guy got out of the jacuzzi. I stayed in and watched as a. Dominique argued that the client must have missed the subtle signs of a pending awakening. Those signs were described in the literature and training that the client received as part of the sale. The client knew for example if a slave woke up, either return her for additional training, or eliminate her. The client obviously did neither It could be argued that when the client found Jeannette missing, that he took his own life.Jeannette had spent three days talking to a German cop who spoke.