I take your head in my hands and slowly pull it away, coming to my feet and pulling you to yours. Without a word, I lead you to the bed.As we move to ...the bed, we quickly pull off what few clothes we have left. We fall together onto the bed, our mouths locked together, each of us feverishly caressing the other's body. I place one hand on your breast and with the other reach for your pussy. My fingers glide through your silky pubic hair and over your pussy to find your lips, already swollen with. “This lowly slave will do whatever you say, Master,” she said. “That’s the problem, sprite. Your Master is dead. Technically, you’re free.” I informed her. she teared up. “i don’t want to be free.” she barely whispered. “Okay, then, but I guess you should get to choose who owns you,” I told her. She looked from me, to Joey. “i want to stay here,” she said, again whispering , but I also noticed that she shuffled closer to Joey. “How about it, Joey, you use sprite to help train Reese, and I’ll. Her skirt was long enough with a slit in front that was open and while I could only just see her knees the legs that I could see stretching in front of her were very nice, again tanned and smooth. ‘Like what you see?’ I was caught out. What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound, ‘Very much so, to the point that I might just go out and buy all of your videos just so that I can admire you at any time, day or night.’ ‘How sweet of you to say that, even if you don’t mean it.’ There was a smile. You feel good, knowing what you want, knowing that you can ask for what you want, knowing you'll get it. I lead you by the hand into the bedroom, push you back onto the bed, pin your shoulders down and kiss you firmly - this is my domain now, I'm in charge. You want me to be firm, sure, dominant and in control and you feel completely helpless and at my mercy, but you feel safe and re-assured. You look so delicate in your lace thong, and by this time all I am wearing are a tight pair of.