An understood feeling of love and safety. This did not mean, however, that there was no more heat. There was plenty. I inserted my cock into her a...d slowly and gently pushed in all the way, then pulled out to the head. She was already secreting so much juice that it made the slow movements glide and seem heavenly. Neither of us were in any rush, and there was something more to our sex this time. It was more in tune, in sync, more of a feeling in the heart rather than just primal. Sunday brought my surgery appointment. Collagen into my lips. It was asurprisingly simple procedure. That didn't mean it didn't hurt though.Only two hours later, I was walking out, my lips swollen and inviting. Ihad fuller than average lips to begin with, so this just made them erotic.Looking at my naked self in the mirror, I knew that after this was allover, I wouldn't end up a woman. No, I'd be a sex toy. Cum bucket.Whore. And yet, all I could think about was how much my reflection. "Put your hands behind your back." Again, she obeyed, placing her hands behind her and grasping one wristwith her hand. "Open your mouth." She opened her mouth but let her eyes fall from mine. I shuffledforward a bit and placed the head of my dick between her lips. Then slowly I pushed my hips forward, sliding my shaft into her wet, waiting mouth. Immediately her lips locked around my cock and she began to withdraw herhead backwards. I stopped her by reaching down and grabbing the back of her. I was frequently beaten; don't let me lead you to believe otherwise.But it developed that the beatings were not the worst of it for me. I ama strong woman of independent means and I had always valued my freedom,and I bore the belief that hard and honest work would enrich and prosperme, which, when coupled with my determination to better my condition,all worked against me now. Here at the DeMarcco's I was a slave, not aservant. Here I was not a respected and valued employee, but a drudge,hired.