“Now, have you given the slave mark any thought?”“The centre of the forehead is perfectly acceptable,” she replied softly.“Not around the na...vel, like Logan’s slave Zena?” asked Colin referring to the most successful scout of recent times.“No, Sir,” said Yana.“Or how about around your left nipple, so that the mark is over your heart,” suggested Colin with a smirk.“Sir!” exclaimed Yana as her face began to turn bright red.“You are aware, Captain,” said Adele, “that a slave mark has to be visible. She was glad she had paid attention to what she was wearing tonight, and that she had taken the time to make her pussy smooth and totally shaved, along with wearing a sexy g string, as it made her feel in some way more confident, and appealing, and it made it easier for the guy dancing behind her to move the g aside, and get access to her clit with his fingers, which she was really enjoying. The feeling of two fingers stretching her pussy open as they were pushed inside her, and the way he slid. "Jack. How could you? Now what am I going to do?"I'm usually pretty good on my feet. I knew there had to be an answer. I was perplexed. Bewildered. Flummoxed."I'm sorry." Oh, Jack."She headed out of the bathroom with the evidence of my thoughtlessness in her hand. Somehow, I was able to finish brushing my teeth and take a shower without screwing anything else up.Using her hair dryer, the stove or microwave, even the actual clothes dryer all came to mind as possible solutions. But I knew we were. Each contraction was better than the one before. I wanted it to last forever. When I finished, my body went limp. I fell forward and let my arms fall beside me. I laid my head on Jon’s shoulder. I was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath. It felt so perfect. Jon’s cock was still hard and deep inside me. He wrapped his arms around me. “That was fantastic.” I said trying to catch my breath. I started feeling like I could move again. “It not over yet.” Jon replied. He slipped off his robe..