His words made sense, and I was always taught that if you are held captive you should do what your captor wants to keep yourself alive until you can escape. Okay, well I could do that. Just go with the flow, no matter what he wants me to do, sooner or later there will HAVE to be a chance to escape...I hoped, anyways.

So I opened my mouth and let him stick his fingers in, I sucked them quickly, trying not to taste the fluid that coated them. When he deemed them clean enough to remove, I started licking the rest of his hand clean, again trying not to notice the salty taste that coated my tongue with every lick. I did it as quickly and efficiently as possible, until he finally deemed his hand clean of my pussy juice. I sighed in relief when he took his hand away and I tried to work up some saliva to try and rinse the taste out of my mouth. "Please can I...Sir, I mean, please can I have some water? I haven't had a drink in hours..." I whispered the words again, trying not to meet his eyes as I did so. My mouth was so dry, even after sucking my own fluids off his hand, I was almost desperate for some water.