He was greeted with a wall of pussy juice that I felt ooze out of me and he began hungrily sampling everything he could. My heart was pounding harder ...han his tongue was and I erupted in sparks of pleasure. “ohhh GODDDD I’m CUMMINGGG” I grunted in a high pitch voice as he flashed his tongue quickly over my clit. Tears streaked down my face and my nails dug deep into my mattress. After I calmed down I pulled him towards me and hungrily devoured his tongue. My pussy juice never tasted better. Soon, your mind will be conditioned to the ideas I want to seed in your brain. Any questions, slave?I could not speak. I just said no with my head. Of course, you will never be as fast to answer as to avoid receiving a shock. Whatever your reaction, I want to enjoy you twisting in pain and begging. His sadistic grin was driving me to a tension that could make me pass out. Let’s start.Who are you?Your slave. I immediately felt a current in my nipples.Where did you leave your manners, bitch? I. ”“How do you figure that, Michael?” Charles said with furrowed brow.“I couldn’t give her any songs that April sang, or April would be mad. The same with Mary, June and Nancy,” I surmised.“That’s years away, Michael. Keep track of who sings what, there is always new music coming along. Don’t worry, be happy!”That song just popped into my head, darn him!One of the musical songbooks we got was from the movie, COCKTAIL, which featured that very song, so I found it and sat down, to see if it looked. Once at the camp, George and the Old Indian set up camp. I investigated the cave, finding a small cell in the back that the Indian had used as a sweat bath. I got the idea to cure Maggie with some mumbo- jumbo, the sweat bath, and my necklace.With the Indian's help, I set up the bath and invited Andrea and the Witbiers inside. Using the necklace I relaxed them while fueling Andrea's natural lust. I started by making George talk about what was bothering him. He was mad that Maggie wouldn't tell.