At one point he told her to stop coming. To just stop making her body have orgasms. She shuddered and tried. She was barely able to control herself. O... rather, he controlled her. She did as she was told. She was able to sustain that control until he released her to continue coming. Then he rose, walked over to where she knelt on the floor, and slapped her face with his still hard cock. "You're my slave now, Sylvia. Never forget it. Now clean yourself up. I have to get home. You'll hear from me. I finished my pint and went to get another one, and there she was standing in all her glory.I couldn’t believe my friend had a fucking hot babe as his wife. We looked at each other and smiled. But my eyes could hardly stop from going straight to her blouse. I mean, what the hell was she wearing? Was she even trying to hide her busty assets or what?I am not sure if you have seen women these days wearing bikini-style blouses. She was wearing this black bikini blouse, just covering her boobs and. Was he saying that because he really wanted to ... or because that’s what he thought she wanted to hear?“I don’t want to have sex with you,” she said.“I know that,” he replied.“So why did you say you want to have sex with me?” she asked.“Because you asked me,” he said. He smiled. “And because it’s true,”“Oh.” This wasn’t working out very well. “Why do you want to?” she asked, curious despite herself.“That’s complicated,” he said. “I love you, for one thing.”“How can you say that?” she asked.. Scary, either way." I have no idea what you mean, but can I stop looking at this stuff, itsfreaking me out," was all Jason could come up with in response to that."Don't worry," Chris said, after seeing the look on his face, "I'llexplain it all tomorrow, and yeah, you can close your Eyes."Jason focused for a moment, trying to make the weird floating runes hewas seeing on things go away, when he felt a moment of disorientationand they went away. That same voice in his head said, *I've got.