You’re my Goddess and I’m your servant. He tasted like sweat and turpentine. xxx 18 He had strong hands and if it wasn’t for my precarious situation I even might have enjoyed this massage, but now all I could feel was anger and fear and confusion and anxiety. Here.’ He dried my face with tissues and then got a cheap drugstore palette of make-up out. I’m just here to obey your commands.’ ‘What commands?’ I asked prickly. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. His hand finding it’s way up my skirt and in between my legs. To my surprise I recognized my attacker. ‘Oh.’ A look of disappointment. Don’t cry.’ He got some tissues and wiped the tickling tears from my face, although he missed one that kept on itching in my
