“Hmmmm,” I said, nodding, looking at her smile and how her eyes looked into mine. “Well, I think I can help you out here for awhile and I think ...ou will be pleased with what I can do,” I said, knowing we were still playing with each other.“I hope so. I can be pretty demanding,” she said, smiling.“Really,” I said, “how demanding?”“Very,” she said coming close to me and suddenly she grabbed my balls, squeezing me through my jeans. “Very demanding,” she said, keeping her eyes on me as she moved. Where else would I be?" Her mental voice seemed a little louder, and her tone was almost joking. Then after a moment, "Baby, I ... taste ... applesauce. I guess that's kinda crazy, huh?" No, Baby," Fred choked out. "It's not crazy at all. Carla is feeding it to you."Jessica, now with her arms around Fred, kissed away a lone tear that slid down his face.Carla was almost to the bottom of the small container of applesauce when Doctor Harris walked in. If the others in the room noticed him, they. "Yes Master I am always wet for you" I said, feeling a fresh leak of juices soak through my bikini bottoms. He rubbed my wet little mound and smiled at me."Mm, you are fucking wet, aren't you? Wet sluts like you need to be fucked don't they?" Mmmm" I said reacting to his fingers, "Yes Master."He continued to rub the soaking fabric, making my pussy ache with lust for him. "Fuck me, Master. Fuck me like the slut I am" I begged."Sluts and whores like you should only speak when spoken to" he said,. .. what was your name again?" It's Cook. Detective Richard Cook. I'll be asking the questions, Mr. Young. These men would like to sort of look around your house, if you don't mind?" added the detective."Do you have a warrant? I've seen enough police shows to know you need a warrant to force your way into my home to look around, as you put it," I asserted."No, Sir. We do not have a warrant. I am requesting that these officers be allowed to look through your home. You have the right to deny my.