Everything about from the shiver to begging for a safe word says you are a submissive slut. I know your type you come out from your ivory tower to do all the humiliating, degrading things you crave, and tomorrow when you look in the mirror claim you were helpless forced. I chuckle my hand still on your small pert creamy orb.<strong>Don't you think it is a bit late to ask for a safe word, I already own you</strong>I pinch your swelling nipple hard enough to make you gasp to make my point.<br/><br/><strong>You will call me Miss, or Miss Nikita</strong>I ignore your request for a safe word.<strong>I know your type girl, I bet your already wet thinking of all the humiliating, degrading things you will do tonight, things you will fantasize about when you're home alone.</strong>I smile at you and force your legs open, and see the driver watching in the rear view mirror. I whisper<em><strong>Are you wet girl</strong></em>as I run my fingers along your inner thigh<em><strong>Tell me</strong></em>..