" Yes ... so?" Makro cocked her head in question. "So, her master died. It happens — not very often — but it does happen." Maybe," Nilsen admitted.... "But I get the feeling there's something more to it ... a lot more. It's not just that, though; the way she was captured is rather worrisome. We'll talk it all out tonight. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but it has me concerned." Hmm, okay. Tell us tonight after evening meal." Makro let go of his hands and started walking back down the hallway."I will,". He would ring or text me, arrange to see me and then either meet me somewhere, or pick me up from my house. The sex continued to be amazing, but he never spent the night with me. He always had an excuse to go home and as time went on, it began to bother me more and more. Looking back, I know I should have seen the signs — but hindsight is always a wonderful thing isn't it?Eventually I asked him why he would never spend the night with me. We were sat languidly on the back seat of his car in a. Crack.The crop struck my chest, just below my nipple. I yelped, the sting rushing through my body like an electric shock. “Ouch”“I said slow”. She went back to gently caressing my torso with the crop, the leather end cooling the spot it had just hit.After another few minutes she said “Ok stop”. I released my grip on her panties and my cock. “Now remove my panties, slowly, and hand them to me”. As I unfurled the black lace from around my cock, she muttered “Yes, I thought so”, I handed her the. Anti-religious activists. Religious fundamentalists. Sex freaks. Radical feminists. Traditionalists. Animal rights activists. Environmentalists. They’re all the same to me. Though they all claim to be different from one another, they use the same tools to get what they want. Manipulation. Deception. Blackmail. Extortion. Intimidation. False accusations. Brute force. Treachery. And the list goes on. Here I am, twenty three years old. Over six feet tall, handsome and healthy. College-educated..