I didn't know there were such things as sympathy based erections. Sex was the farthest thing from my mind. I really felt bad for the poor girl, but my... dick had it's own emotional track. I stared at my soup and prayed nobody would ask me to get up. The table top defended me from embarrassment due to natural causes.The quiet was interrupted by what I thought was a renewed attempt at igniting a conversation around the table."Stop that, Lynn!" Shell's voice squeaked."Stop what?" Lynn retorted a. My heart pounds as he leans in. I want this. Our lips melt together, hungry tongues find each other and dance together, rhythmic, tribal.Two serpents coiling together.We groan into each other’s mouths as we grind our bodies against each other. Our hips, our chests, our height, our bulk. Our sameness. It feels never-ending. Like the first kiss I ever had, I’m drunk from it, but unlike that kiss, which felt good because of the promise of what it would lead to next, this one feels different. This. He then presents her with the pearl she so earned yesterday. She just smiles in gratification.They have a nice breakfast, sharing the plate of scrambled eggs and toast, him feeding her as she adores. And no plugs this morning at the table. Not after yesterday.Then he tells her the plan for the day.“Emma, the weather is getting better and the forecast is for a very mild, sunny day. I thought it would be fun to take my jeep out for a cross-country ride to someplace where we could have a. (At this moment in time, the slave still thought of herself as ?Angie,? even though she ceased being that the moment her enslavement papers were signed). The clinking and clanging of the slaves’ ankle chains filled the room as the coffle of females made their way across the tiled floor. Suddenly, the pre-programmed, coffle-train came to a sharp halt.?Slaves!? said an authoritative voice from the front of the room. Angie looked up and saw Cathy Banes standing a few yards in front of her. Not.