Bergerud had told me, both of his early relationship with his wife and their relationship now, it was obvious Stacey was a major league submissive. It... certainly made her choice of professions a bit strange, as she was forced to act the dominatrix, but maybe it all made sense somehow. Maybe... I didn't know, but I knew what I had to do."She says she has to be... abused, in order to feel anything," Heather continued.Suddenly I was faced with an image I didn't want to acknowledge. Dr. Bergerud, my. John wasn't all that long, maybe eight inches but what he had in girth was more than enough to make up what he liked in length. I was moaning and humping back to him like I was a sex starve teenager, well after all I was a sex starve teenager, I didn't care how I got relief. John was no slouch, he plowed deep into me for what seemed like hours. Gently twisting my nipples, sucking on my neck and nibbling on my ear lobes. We were like two a****ls in heat, before I knew it I was shooting a load. Under cover of night, Darius and Morgeth fled the camp, stealing horses in the process. Somehow, the melda had accelerated Morgeth’s healing far beyond the normal pace, quickly rendering her fit to ride. Similarly, Darius’s wounds had also completely vanished, obviously some mysterious benefit of the melda.Morgeth laughed as they raced through the night, her dark hair streaming behind her as they sped across the moonlit plains, a rapturous smile on her fair face. Gods, she was beautiful.This is. Sean sighed a little, "Lucy, where are your hands?" In a flash she remembered not only where her hands were supposed to be, felt humiliation at needing to be told, and then remembered how he promised the next reminder to be more forceful. She shot her hands behind her back, but knew it was too late. "I'm going to have to help you remember. Come here." She felt her stomach twist up into a knot and she took a couple of short steps towards Sean, full of apprehension. "All the way over here. By my.