‘Breathe,’ the lady muttered. Cindy blinked. ‘What?’ ‘Take a breath, girl. Don’t pass out on me.’ With a conscious effort, Cindy took a ...gulp of air. She tried to will herself into calm alertness, but instead found her thoughts flitting around like wild birds. ‘So, Cindy,’ the woman asked without looking up. ‘Why do you want to be a sex slave?’ All at once, the room seemed to shift unsteadily. So … there is it was. The phrase had finally been spoken. It was suddenly … real. She tried to swallow,. We cant exactly do it on the couch w/o her noticin can we – baby Ill do u in the street I dont care who sees. – lol yea right – Im serious. Dare me – fine I dare u to come fuck me out in front their house – b there in bout 50mins Whether he believed me or not I didnt know. But I flew at the opportunity to see him, to hold him, to begin our journey of recovery. I wanted to look hot for my husband like I hadnt bothered to really do in far too long. I put on a short white curve hugging. The anticipation of the night ahead has us both excited even though I have no idea what it might entail. You adore organising these little surprise outings for us and have always executed them with flawless precision. No detail was ever overlooked and so when you had told me to shower and get dressed after I’d found the lingerie, I knew I was in for an incredible night.“We had better head off soon, baby,” you say, breaking our kiss and leaving me wanting so much more. I look up at you, with. Pretending to sleep, I moved my hand to slightly touch her hands. Her hands felt warm and fleshy. She moved her hands forward. Her waist was exposed now. I moved my hands to touch her waist slightly. Her skin was smooth and warm. I rubbed my hands against her waist slowly. She adjusted her position slightly so that her waist touched my hands fully. I was enjoying the warm feel of her flesh. The train was beginning to slow down. More passengers got up at the next station. I had to move in.