You, you call me slave, yet by your definition I'm not." My girl paused, a loving smile spreading out, matching the look in her eyes. "Or am I wrong h...re but haven't noticed yet?" I call you my slave because that is what you are, what you will be, mine. Just as I am yours, your Mistress."Zoe paused before replying, obviously ordering her thoughts. When she answered, her voice was low, regretful, her eyes darting away, unable to hold my gaze. "I 'm not sure whether I can do that, Mistress. Or. I try and tell you that you are going to make me cum, but you just suck harder on my cock. I groan as I feel my cum start to travel up my shaft and fire in to your mouth. You pull your head back until just the head of my cock is in your mouth and swirl your tongue around the head. It feels so good to fill your mouth with my cum that I’m on the verge of passing out. You let my cock slip from your mouth with a pop. You look up at me opening your mouth and showing me all my cum before swallowing. Jennifer and an older sister had been severely beaten and locked in a closet as children by their stepfather. The whole sordid mess came to light when the stepfather fractured her sister’s jaw. He had been sentenced to 20 years in prison for his treatment of Jennifer and her older sister. The mother stood by the stepfather. She blamed the girls. She accused of them of acting like strumpets. She abandoned the girls to foster care. The older sister eventually committed suicide. Jennifer needed. Then we did a jagar bomb had a smoke together which I found out she smoked. We did some more of the hypnotic and added some jello shots to the mix. Now remember this is already about 4 am and we are going hard shot smoke shot smoke jell shot. We were getting hammered we Started talking about everything from school to parents to I think a little religion not sure but anyways around 7 am my wife yelled at me and told me to smoke outside and shut the damn music off. So we headed outside after I.