‘God…fuck…yeah….’ Then I sucked more of her breast into my mouth, scraping my teeth along the tender flesh. When I let go of her, she was wh...impering incoherently. ‘Mistress,’ I gasped in a half-dramatized show of lust, ‘This would be so much easier if I could touch you with my hands.’ An instant later, I was free, and shocked to discover that my first impulse was to capture her breasts in my hands and massage them frantically. ‘Thank you Mistress,’ I said, and I buried my head in her succulent. Yes, it had failedto dent the Sisterhood, let alone stop it, but Trissa knew of more than oneScience Guild researcher who would want to add it to the Sisterhood'sdatabase.***Nicola held Grant in a liplock as they entered her room and walked toward thebed. She pushed him onto the bed and smoothly removed her dress and bra.***Ben didn't put up much resistance as Nessie removed his shirt - things weremoving too fast for him in this peculiar, disoriented state he now foundhimself in. With both of. But I'm playing this my way. Now pull the cart back into the woodsand we'll watch for Rod."Hannah looked like she wanted to disobey, but when Clinton climbed backinto the cart and cracked the whip at her ass, she apparently decided tocool it for a while. She dutifully pulled the carriage back along thepath, just out of sight.And just in time! They had been gone no more than a minute when Rod camewalking back through the woods, water glistening on her lovely skin."Well, Slave, did you have fun. They'd arranged to join one another at noon one or two days a week — "girl time", they called it. Today, Sigrid was missing.As they went through the cafeteria line, Anne noticed a woman sitting alone at a table."Isn't that Louise Whatsername?" she asked Mary. "You know, from North College?" Yeah, I think so. It's not the same Louise we knew — at least from her looks. Something's happened for her. She's looking good."Louise had, even on her better days, never been a fashion plate. Her clothes.