“Yes Ma’am. Oh God, I do please.” His voice trembles as he answers me, I can’t help but grin down at him. “Please what, Slut?!” I growl ...in a low purr. “Please let me take care of you, give you everything you desire.” “You think I need you to take care of me, Slut!?” I growl out again. “No, no I just, I just want to be the one, Mistress.” I notice his cock becoming hard, and I sigh. “Daniel, are you getting hard without asking?” A soft whimper leaves his lips. “I-I Can’t help it. Just. While not quite a chateau, it was certainly larger than any house Samantha had ever seen or been to before. Alex paid the fare and they climbed out starting up the stairs where they were met by what only could be described as a butler."Good evening, sir," he said, his British accent flawless and exactly what Samantha would have expected and seemed to be missing completely from Alex's speech patterns."Good evening Greg how are you this evening?" Alex asked in response, reaching out to shake the. I pulled his t-shirt off and backed away so we can get those shorts off of him. He stood up and I said, “Get those off and come to my room.”I grabbed my things and went back to my room. I dropped my robe and the pajamas I was wearing on my desk and hurriedly put on the shredded ones. Then I lay down on my bed and extended my arms and legs so that it looks as if I’m helpless, tied down to the corners of my bed again.He came in a moment later and stared at me. He turned and started to close the. She had watched when Manual had kicked her father and knocked him over. She had watched him as he tightened his finger on the finger, thinking her life would be over if her dad died.Dakota remembered watching in horror and embarrassment as her prim and proper mother slowly began to undress, desperate to strike some bargain with their kidnappers. Dakota was horrified to see what her mother had been subjected to; "Cocksucker." She had heard the term in viscous and malicious context hurled among.