Madison ~ With Moussad, What did I just say?<br/><br/>The nod made her smile brightly, glad to see he approved of her efforts. Madison knew it wasn't perfect, but was glad to see they were not in vain. She wondered what it was he had her say but just as her lips parted her hair was being pulled. How her hair hadn't fallen out already she didn't how but she was grateful to say the least.<br/><br/>The coarse facial hair brushed against her neck and breast. Moussad's mouth had her breathless in seconds, the tingling sensation of arousal making her arch into his touch.<br/><br/>Madison whimpered when he pulled away then nodded when he said more practice. "What did I say?" she asked, watching as he pulled himself together.<br/><br/>She considered cowering briefly, not liking it when they sounded forceful. It usually led to punishment and that was one thing the brunette wanted to avoid if she could help it. Little did she know, they had broken her, the fight gone, but her feisty attitude hiding just beneath the surface.<br/><br/>It took a few tries before she stood on shaking legs, muscles tight and aching after being bound and dragged as she had the day before. "Where are we going?"