"Sorry, Miss, this slave didn't know that would get you punished. Please ..."The orders had also specified never to refer to myself in the first perso...n: always 'this slave', ratherthan 'I' or 'me'. They didn't address the intervention of others in my script, though.At this point, a tall man clad in leather strode in through the entrance opposite the one throughwhich I had arrived - obviously only slaves were expected to climb ten flights of stairs, whiletheir owners took the easy way! Catching. Hunter followed her up the stairs catching up justbefore the top step. She didn't turn around or speak to him. She justwalked across the landing and into Tyler's room. Hunter was suddenlynervous and excited. It was weird to follow her into her bedroom and see- Tyler's room. It was unchanged. The posters on the walls. The paintcolor. The flat screen TV, the XBOX, the racecar bed (holdover fromchildhood). Everything was the same as the last time Hunter had been inthis room. Except of course, for. Her hands were on my hair and rubbing there slowly. I then raised myself.I moved to her armpits. They were shaven yet they had a tinge of sweat. As I licked it, she was restless in my hand. I could feel her chest, driving up and up for catching more air.I dug myself into Pooja’s cleavage and started to lick her over the cleavage through her bra. I kissed on the upper skin of her boobs and drooped my tongue into cleavage. My bulge was sticking out. Sensing it, Pooja moved her hands to my bulge. Being at the back of the classroom had one advantage: I was the first one out of class. Unfortunately, that also meant I would be immediately visible to anyone watching for me. I did my best to ignore the idea that I was being watched and made my way to Woolf Hall for Political Science.Erica met me at the door to class. One look and she knew something was wrong. I let her go in first and she went to our usual seats. I, however, stayed at the back of the classroom. Letting anyone sit behind me.