I am unable to think straight, desperate for a touch, aching for him. The vibrator, while buzzing enough to torture me, leaves me feeling a deep need.... A need to be full, to be fucked hard. I need release, and I need my master. I think I hear him enter, but Im not sure. Im frustrated, annoyed that I cant see. Suddenly, I feel the gentlest touch on my bare skin. The very tips on his fingers, brushing my skin so lightly, so slowly it hurts. I moan again, thrusting, reaching for him in anyway I. As I began to focus in on what was on the screens, my jaw fell to the floor. There on the screens, from every possible angle, was Caroline and Professor Striker. He unclasped his pants, pulled them down, removing them, leaving on his boxers with his hard cock sticking straight out of the fly. I saw Caroline grab hold of the biggest cock I had ever seen with her hand and began to stroke it up and down, up and down. Her hand looked the size of a child’s encased around his prodigious cock. I. Baich walked forward but here questions were asked. One man talked into a transmitter. There was a wait of five minutes before the next set of doors opened. The room was much like a library. A large desk was to one side and a man of fifty with greying hair looked up from his work then back to the papers. Nothing was said until the man signed the bottom of a document and put the sheets in the out pile.Without preamble he said, "Why did you have the metal box fabricated?" My interpreter did his. We sat on a bed of leaves and leaned against the tree. I hoped she didn’t feel me shaking as I held her hand. Her hand felt so soft and smooth. It was small and delicate, yet very strong, seeming to get lost in my larger hand. I took a deep breath, looked into her eyes and started to talk. ‘Jayne, I sense both of us have been hurt in past relationships, so we are both very cautious. Healthy relationships are very beautiful, yet so hard to find. I see a blend of things from you and feel a blend.