" I said it but I didn't mean it. I planned to make an entry into my journal. Something to remind me that Wilma was a strange chick. Much less up tigh...t than I thought. Also that she and I still hadn't gotten it done. I entered it all because, I wanted to be sure that I knew why.Even though I knew she could take care of herself, I asked, "Do you still feel you need a babysitter?" No, I think I have this figured out. I do want to leave soon though," she said."So you didn't enjoy your two for the. It was hard to get a grasp on her feelings anymore. She was so confused… even as her stomach trembled in fear she could feel her pussy getting wetter in anticipation, and her skin seemed hypersensitive. Every puff of air across it felt almost like a caress. Her face flushed with embarrassment when she heard him open that drawer, then wonders at herself… why does she care if her attacker… this rapist… sees her private toy? Perhaps, she thought, she should be more worried about what he planned to. My mistress walked over and sat down on my couch and put the glasses down on the table in front of her.She said only one thing to me, “Come, sit with me.” I got up off the floor and moved slowly over to the sitting area in my new bedroom. I sat on the edge of the cushion and looked in her direction, but not directly at her. I was a bit nervous and was wondering what she was going to tell me.“You took your punishment like I would expect someone of your station to. You didn’t beg for mercy, and. A slow moan escaped from my throat and it seemed to drive him even wilder as he began trying to undo my pants. Once they were removed he wasted no time going down for the most erotic kiss of all. He took his time running his tongue over every inch of my pussy taking a nibble here and there. He gently slid a finger inside me and slowly fingered me as he continued his exploration with his mouth. Oh God it felt so good. Electrifying really. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled him up to look at.