She looked up.The woman that was once Jeremy came in, running. She was dressed in aScarlet Cheongsam with dragons cupping her petite breasts. Her hair...rushed the swell of her ass in an ebony sheet."Has it come yet?" she asked."No." I can't take it! He tells me to go fuck his friends, and I can't controlmyself! I have to!" At least the antidote for the semen serum worked," she said."You think that fucking matters anymore? He poured the whole bottle ofthat domination tea down my throat! Hasn't it. Tomorrow you will be mine as well. You are mine until I decide to release you from my desires. That may never happen. You will always be Jake's. He is my boss, but in every other way you belong to me now. Do you understand?I will need to hear it from Jake.That is fine. You can talk to him tomorrow while I am at work.Lena gets off the bed and stands by her night stand. She opens a drawer and pulls out a weird shaped leather belt and plastic penis she calls a dildo. She attaches it to the belt. I did my part, sucking and caressing those magnificent orbs, squeezing those perfect buns, and caressing other parts of her body I could reach. I did nibble her ears and kiss her neck, kind of tickling it with my beard from the way she giggled.To my delight we set up a regular schedule for my visits, limiting them to half-days to increase the frequency. Great!As we mated we got more familiar with each other’s style and the tension of having a new partner was eased. She wore less and less as I. Where her fingers had been. Oh that would feel blissfully wonderful like heaven ... even though she knew she'd only find such release in a place much closer to Hell. Why did men have to be the Devil of women?When the priest showed up these days, red faced and his skin chapped, he warned in his sermons of the world of sin, his words laced with sexual overtones. Seriously to some like Sienna, his sermons left her hot and wanton, not duly chastised. She'd sit on the hard pew as he droned on,.