But now, she was practically va va voom! It was too bad that she was a slave now and probably wouldn’t get the opportunity to cruise any bars on the lookout for a hot guy. She wondered whether her diet would consist from now on of girl on girl stuff. She had always wondered about Mrs. Jackson, the reverend’s wife, who had looked at her longingly from time to time when she bathed her or shaved her loins. But she had never done anything. She was probably too afraid of the reverend.
Maureen felt a little tingle in her loins as she thought of the s*x she had had with Reverend Jackson. It had been bad to be a cruel prisoner, but to get f****d several times a day, every day, well, that was a little mind blowing. It had taken her a while to get used to having it only once a day or even once eve
