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.Maintaining eye contact, she poured a small quantity of oil onto his shaft.Placingher right hand at the base, Hannah squeezed his cock gently, smiling at Jacob’s lowgrowl of approval.Pulling up along the length of his hard shaft, she slid her hand off the top thenimmediately replaced her left hand at the base of his penis, doing the same again.Pulling up and sliding off.Right hand.Left hand.Varying the pressure, she took hertime and continued to whisper at him to breathe deep.Then she changed her strategy.Squeezing the thick cock head as if she were putting it through a fruit squeezer, shethen slid her right hand down his entire shaft and off, alternating left and right.“You do it better than any other woman, Hannah,” he murmured.A wave of jealousy zipped through her at his words.Jacob must have beenmassaged by many Breeder Slaves that he could say she was the best.But she could doeven better, she realized as an idea came swiftly to mind.She couldn’t help but smileinwardly.The Breeding Slaves knew of an ancient technique they sometimes used onmales whom were selected as their breeding partners.She’d never had the occasion touse the technique but she remembered the instructions very well.If she did this right,she’d have Jacob revealing how he truly felt about her.Trying hard not to get overly excited at what she was about to do, Hannah leisurelymoved away from his aroused shaft and dipped a finger to the area below his tighttesticles.Kneading her finger gingerly along the perineum toward his anus she soon locatedwhat she was looking for.91Jan Springer“Breathe deep and slow while I tend to your Sacred Spot.”“Sacred Spot?” Confusion etched his husky voice.“This area here,” she said as she pressed against a tiny pea-shaped hollow halfwaybetween his anus and his scrotum.“It may feel uncomfortable at first, but give me alittle time and I’ll have you feeling very nice.”“I already feel very nice.” He grinned and his gaze traveled to his erect penis.Hannah savored the sensations that coursed through her at the thought of howpowerful his thrusts might be if he decided to grab her and flip her onto the bed to havehis way with her.Gently she pressed against the slight indentation.It felt hard.Tight.Tense.Jacob squirmed against her delicate pressure but Hannah didn’t let go.“How does it feel?” she asked.“A pressure.Deep inside.It’s uncomfortable like you said.”Hannah detected the anguish in his voice, the sparkles of pain in his blue eyes.Despite his distress, she kept on the pressure.“The Breeding Slaves used to whisper about this area on a man’s body.The SacredSpot stems from an ancient ritual, a lost science from our ancestors.By massaging theSacred Spot, a man’s body may be able to relax in a way he’s never relaxed before,allowing certain emotions to come to the forefront, ultimately granting him greatphysical and emotional release.It’s believed many ailments can be cured with this typeof massage.”“I get it.No pain, no gain.” A little frown worried his forehead.He bit his lower lip as she increased the pressure, being especially careful not topress too hard on the sensitive spot.“Another side effect is after a man’s Sacred Spot has been massaged, he willexperience fantasy dreams for many nights.”92Claiming HannahHe threw her a wobbly smile.“Bring on the fantasies.”“Why fantasize when you can have the real thing?” she found herself whispering.His aroused inhalation gave her the encouragement she needed to ask morequestions.“The other day in the car just after you’d been shot, you promised you’d take me,Jacob.You promised you’d make me your own in every way a man makes a womanhis.Was that the truth? Or am I just another notch in your belt?”His eyes darkened dangerously and desire curled through her body.“I’ve always wanted you, Hannah.From the first time my uncle brought you to theplantation.”“Why? Is it just a physical attraction because of my looks? Or is it more?”He blinked in surprise at her question.“What you’re asking is do I want to have a serious relationship with you after thethrill of having sex with you is over?”Hannah could feel her face flame with embarrassment.She half expected him tolaugh.Expected him to remind her she had no rights.That she was nothing more than aBreeding Slave to him.“I’m a killing machine, Hannah [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]