She spent the night doing some cleaning, just odd jobs; she was in 'automatic mode', not even remembering half of the things she'd been doing. Just ke...eping busy, not wanting to talk to me, not wanting me close to her. Her mind was flustered, going over and over her situation, trying to figure out what she could do. Over the next few days, she didn't hear a word from the man who'd taken control of her. She withdrew into herself, eventually coming to the conclusion that she was trapped. She was. ..i got to destroy her throat and she didn't even have to go through the hassle of tasting cum. i saved that new experience for her for the next time we met. i pulled up my shorts, packed the sheet in my bag and we walked back to my car. instead of bringing her back to the library she wanted me to drive her home, but she wanted me to drop her off down the block so her dad couldn't see who dropped her off. we had a few more memorably hot and fun encounters like this until she had finally had her. Cruising up the river, I talked to her about my concerns that I was cheating her. She laughed. "You're so serious about it, Mike. Don't you think I've considered all of this? I've been thinking about nothing else for years, remember? I love you! That's all that matters. After I've had four or six of your babies, maybe we'll start worrying about wearing you out. Am I cheating you, my darling? Cheating you of the chance to find a woman with experience and talent equal to your own? Someone you. What the hell? She was supposed to be gone all afternoon.“You two. Get dressed and meet me inside, right now.”My erection disappeared in an instant. We jumped up and fumbled our clothes on. Sam turned to me.“I love you.”Her grey eyes.I pulled her to me and kissed her, first gently, then hard. I could feel her tremble.“I know.”I kept holding her.“It’ll be OK, Sam, whatever happens.”I wasn’t sure I really believed that, but I had to say it for Sam. For myself, too. I took her hand and we went.