“Ah, this feels so good! Yes, yes, yes! I love you. I want you to cum in me. Please fill me up! I can’t take this!”“Cum all over my cock, baby...” he whispered in her ear, blowing in it again. He reached down and made circles around her clit while his cock pounded in and out of her like a jackhammer. “Come on baby, cum for me.”She couldn’t hold it anymore. His seductive voice, the scent of his skin, the feeling of him inside her. It was too much. She cried out, feeling like she would explode. “Oh. " And it's a poor widow lady, you are?" No," she said, shaking her silken curls, "not poor; nothing like poor."We entered a coffee house, found a corner table, ordered quickly, held hands and looked at each other."I did try t'follow your advice," she said when the waiter slipped away."What advice?" I asked, admiring her smooth-skinned beauty, her soft mouth, her glittering eyes, that pile of nearly-colorless hair."To act like a virgin if I vanted to be t'ought one," she said very quietly. "An'. Still she kept quiet.“You can always leave, slut,” Ninon said, noticing the look. “It’s up to you.“However, the consequences will probably be more than you can bear. It was so stupid to try to threaten Ms. Brendan. It’s due to your stupidity that we decided to raise the bar and let you work so hard at being a good little slut, you won’t have time to start scheming with old friends.”Donna hung her head down. She was too afraid to stop now indeed. She knew Ninon was hinting at her family being. " Petunia never finished her sentence.Strong hands gripped her shoulders and forced her back into the cubicle."Simon, what are you..." Petunia protested."Shut up bitch, you are my bitch - I am your master, do you understand?" Simon growled, his purple eyes boring into Petunia's soul."I understand, but..." Petunia began, hesitating."There are no buts, you are a bitch, my bitch. To all others you are a Mistress. But to me a slave, a bitch, yes?" Simon asked sternly.Petunia's eyes hardened."Yes, I.