I even saw pain killer gel in her bedroom drawer.But as they say, how long can one hold the storm. It was again the same CC camera that recorded this ...incident too. But let’s see who it was this time. It was almost 15 days since that incident. Ammi was following her routine daily. All I could see was her changing dresses every day. It gave me hardons.But I didn’t see anything unusual. One day I watched it at night in my room. The time was 10:15, exactly a few minutes after Abbu and I left for. I went near her and this was the first time she held my tool above the underwear.After her breast massaging, I did the reverse stroke on her cunt with milk and honey and got her orgasm once again.After the massage, Ramya told me to clean the milk and honey on Rani’s body and I asked her the cloth but she told me to clean with your tongue. That was fantastic. I did it slowly, part by part, inch by inch, her cleavage, side lines of boobs, areola, nipples and sucked them for some time and then. It seemed like the project was a go.“Mr. Ames, is this what the mural will look like?” the President of the University asked me. Bree was right beside me, filling me in on who was who. Otherwise I wouldn’t have known who I was talking to.“No, Dr. Haywood,” I said. “This painting is proportioned differently than the proposed project and is intended for viewing by an audience that is at eye-level with the horizon line. It is a painting that I did before there was any talk about a mural—in fact,. She’d subsumed those thoughts with the carrion call of amassing more power and greater influence. She’d buried those tendencies beneath her will but... They’d not stayed buried. The lure of the absolute power she wielded over the collared infiltrated her thoughts. The desires she’d long pushed away, became more insistent. Finally, in an effort to placate them and hopefully send them away for good, she’d allowed herself to fall to them.She feared it might have been her greatest mistake. Once her.