" I said."So you find this structured routine comforting. Is that it?" She asked me."I suppose so. I mean it's not as if I've got control over my life... anymore." I said, putting it into words makes it seem so dull, but it was true.Sharon nodded but didn't comment and so we completed our breakfast in silence.After we'd finished Sharon turned on the player again and I listened to my voice again. It was slightly embarrassing and I could feel my face going red as Sharon watched me closely."You do. I was in heaven, and felt confident he was too. The later hours went back and forth between dozing and him waking me up to have his way with me. I willingly surrendered myself to his desires. I was his fuck toy.I woke from the morning sunlight streaming through the large window of the hotel suite. The bright sunlight felt like a warm spotlight shining in my face. I kept my eyes closed. I wanted to roll over and pull the warm comforter over my head, letting its soft weighty embrace lull me back. Being debased as a 'Slut' or 'Whore' emphasizes your enslavement to 'Cock', a love of mens pleasure organ, not afraid to take it 'on', and pleasure yourself, as well as him.I once came down on a five minutes packed elevator ride, and emerged with a load of semen smeared across my bum. The poor desperate opportunistic fucker had whipped it out, and let it rub up against my cheeks, when I unwittingly, relieved him sexually, two thin layers of cotton from full intercourse.The power of the spoken. Kareema nodded her head.Amal got fully naked. He held her left arm with his right hand. “Show me a room,” he said. He took her inside the same backroom as Gihan did, and pushed her to the bed. Now the mattress was on.“Ahh,” she moaned and smiled back at him as she hit the mattress. Soon, he also got on the mattress. He lied on his back with legs bent at the knees and driven apart. “Lie on top of me,” he commanded. She obeyed.“Bend your legs,” he commanded again, and she obeyed, again.“Press.