Taking the other end in one hand, he reached down and took hold of her chin. Lifting her face to look at him, he spoke. 'Who am I?' he questioned. 'Yo... are my Master', she answered. 'And what do you exist for?' 'To serve your needs as your sex slave', she replied. At these words, her eyes dropped and fell to the carpet at his feet. Tugging lightly at the chain, he pulled her head forward into his lap. She raised her eyes once again, and a look of happiness crossed her face. 'May I give you. ” “Well I wasted my time cooking for you,” Mark retorted, slightly annoyed. “Anyways, I have to go.” He rushed out the door without a second word, before Brent could respond. * Mark walked slowly on the concrete path. There was plenty of time for him to think about what had just happened; he had lied about class. He didn’t have math for ages, and he didn’t need the class either; on matters of intellect, he didn’t need very much. He did have a bit of a problem when it came to emotions,. "Listen," I said, "I would like to talk serious for a few minutes."Linda nodded and said, "O.K." Driving up there with Susan, and talking to her, and a few dances with her, got me thinking about what you said in bed the other night. You did let her name slip out," I said as my mind raced ahead."Yes, I did, didn't I," Linda replied."So, Linda, level with me. Where is this going?" I asked her.She paused for a bit, then said to me, "I don't know, I think of it quite a bit. I have asked myself,. His hips moved harder and faster, driving his cock as deep as he could inside me, desperately trying to reach the entrance to my womb.I giggled. Daddy turned completely feral. His teeth were finding my flesh to rake against. He sucked on a breast, biting and tugging at a nipple, or biting the fleshy globe of my breast, bruising and marking me.His tongue licked up the sweat that I made until he found my neck.Then he sank his fangs into me.“Ugh..!” I cried out. Daddy was making me mine!His hands.