. No way. I can't. I said I didn't want a sex slave, and that's all she'd be to me.I get there first. Oh fuck! Her cunt just suddenly squeezes around ...y cock really hard as I start to cum, and then she's practically screaming like a banshee. Shit, I can actually feel her pussy throbbing. Oh man. Never had it that good.In fact, this is the first time I've had sex since they started conditioning me.Fuck. Does this mean it will be this good every time? Just because I can mess with her mind?We're. I followed her into the kitchen where I could smell fresh cookies. She sat me down, filled a napkin with cookies and placed them in front of me with a glass of milk. She was standing at the counter in her bath robe, putting balls of cookies on the cooking sheet. “You came by at the right time. I’m finishing the last batch.” She said. I wanted so bad to walk up in back of her, wrap my arms around her and press every inch of my body against her. I was still pretty shy, so I waited for an opening.. “Ah, Townsend,” a warm voice calls out. “May I call you Townsend?”He turns to the voice and sees Beatrix greeting him with the broadest of smiles. She is wearing a short red dress with spaghetti straps, that hugs her figure very nicely, and matching stiletto heels.“Yes, of course that’s fine,” he manages to sputter after a brief silence.“Well, you’re a bit early,” Beatrix says still smiling. She looks the reporter over, happy with the sight. With his blond curly hair, high cheekbones and. I was on my knees on the bed. The tip of Ralph's hard cock rested on the curl of my tongue. The painted nails of my fingers dug into the hard flesh of his ass cheeks. I pulled him towards me. I had to have him, to swallow him. My tits swung freely down from my chest. A sweet and familiar cloud of lust set my mind afloat.I must have looked the whore I was.No classy affair, this. No subtle titillation of the senses. No carefully planned adventure. Not even the thrill of the deliciously forbidden,.