." And then, suddenly Kim was crying.Cindy immediately moved over next to Kim and held her. "Kim, we're sorry. Please don't cry. We really like you an... don't want to hurt you. Please tell me what to do." A look at Jimmy, a quick silent communication capped by a wink and a reassuring nod. "Kim, I think we're falling in love with you."At that, Kim looked up in shock and backed away from Cindy. "What!?" Oh, yes," chimed in Jimmy. "We've never felt this way before about anyone else. It's as if you. Noon still kept rutting, spilling his watery cum deep into her, rutting it further and further in. Marking her, claiming her, for the whole world to know she was Noon's bitch and belonged to him.Zendaya still didn’t cum, not yet. She laid there and whined, feeling fuller and fuller, squeezing pitifully around Noon's knot. Gods but she wanted it all, wanted every drop Noon could give her, and as Noon scratched her hips and thighs up further clawing for purchase Zendaya finally let herself reach. " said Min in a high-pitched, yet silky soft voice.Owen wondered if Min was some sort of Chinese name or if it was Min as in minimis or minimum."And for me the usual. Go!" Marchant ordered.Min didn't say another word, but instead darted out of the room the way she came, ankle chains rattling very lightly."Do you like her, Owen?" Marchant asked, forgetting about the first name basis."She's darling," said Owen, trying to use a properly diminutive adjective for a slave girl. Female pleasure. "I'm twenty-seven."He nodded slowly, finally looking at me again. "That's, um… That's… cool." Are you in college?" I asked. "What's your major?" English. I'm a sophomore." Oh, I see… Did you take a year after high school?" Yeah," he said. "You know… Financial stuff." Oh, I get that," I told him with a laugh. "Debt can be crazy."He nodded. I could tell he was losing interest in the conversation. I needed to change the subject."Do you have a job someplace?" I asked."Yep," he said.". . ." . . .".