.. I can't imagine who would do such a thing," he smiled faintly, looking to Melinda whose face remained unchanged."Marcel, what of Martin?" asked the... older woman."Sadly, he no longer has an interest in her. He has demanded his training payments returned which I am, of course, obliged to do." Then... ?" began Melinda."I am afraid, Emily, that you shall have to be sold. We have a great deal invested in you and while I am sure I will take a net loss, I must recoup as much of your training. That sight alone sparked his mind to imagine the secrets held within, secrets he vowed he alone would discover. A groan slipped forth from his lips as a gnawing ache persisted in his loins. Only time would keep them apart. He vowed to Maheo’o that she would be his… very soon. His eyes continued to follow her every move as she picked of the drying cloth she’d brought with her to race away the wetness remaining on her skin. Night Wolf studied her slender form once again all the way from her. I had swallowed a load of cum and liked it. I had promised to suck cock again. And although part of me felt guilty and like I was a faggot, a growing part of me was happy with accepting myself as bisexual… replaying Rose’s words ‘Very few guys are comfortable with their sexuality. They think fucking a woman hard makes them a man. But to me, and many women of my generation, we see sexuality as fluid. And a real man is willing to be vulnerable and explore his sexuality… not judge based on. ”She stood close to him now. Close enough to whisper in his ear. Owen locked his jaw, and clenched his fists. It wasn’t real. But perhaps, it didn’t need to be—desire, either way, had seized him. Poisoned him. It made him drunk. And far more than knowing what was real, and what wasn’t, he wanted, badly, to touch her. To kiss her. To grasp her thigh, and tear that slit higher. To lay her down amid the ruins, writhing and moaning beneath him.“Do you want to know, Owen?” She breathed, and he felt.