Our conversations became deeper and deeper every day. Now a days we started to ask about the dress we wear, inners till shaving armpits and private pa...rts.And so nowadays i started to take more breaks during my work :-)) These days we are exchanging lot of pictures daily at least one selfie daily. I think that I’m very much attracted towards her.She is very cute in all the pictures which she have sent. Right from Saree, other ethnic wear, casual wear till revealing Western wear she is damn cute. The scars didn't seem to be from abuse, but from work of some type.She didn't say anything else until we hit I-65 North. She had the upper hand in the conversation department. Up until she called my bluff, I had felt in control. Now I felt that I was being used in some fashion, but it didn't bother me; in fact I kind of enjoyed it."What exactly does a sex slave do, Arland?"I knew now that she was playing with me. How did I know? Well that was Monica's favorite game. Clever repertoire was her. He slowly starts to pull the nozzle out of her ass, then pushes it back in, slowly starts pulling it out, then pushes it back in again. She starts to moan as the feelings of her ass being fucked and the overwhelming need to shit are pulsing through her. He plays with the nozzle a little while longer until she is almost screaming with the pain of her bladder and bowels being so full. He removes the nozzle and is pleased to see her asshole clench so she doesn’t spill any liquid. He unties her. Tom stood back a little bit from that microphone - in total silence. He looked to the back corner of the auditorium where a geeky looking guy with glasses and a black t-shirt waved his hands back and forth over an array of knobs and buttons. The geeky looking guy then suddenly popped his head up and gave Tom a geeky looking smile and a two thumbs up signal that said all was now well.Tom advanced two steps forward until the microphone was right under his mouth. There were no squeals or pops this.