‘Very good, slave. I see you’re taking to your training well. Such a shame you can’t do the physical training with the same passion.’ Drake sw...allowed, sure she was going to thrash him. ‘Well, you obviously aren’t anything special. And I had such hopes.’ She grabbed his collar and hauled him back to his feet. ‘Stand.’ Drake locked his knees and remained upright, arms behind back and looking down. ‘Let me ask you again, slave. And answer me truthfully. Do you think you are special?’ Drake. “I mean what could you expect now, after knowing it was me that you have been telling about how turned on you get about the thought of eating some strange black guys cum from your wife’s cunt.” "But, but, " Joe protested, "in the mens room, at work? I heard you in there." Her eyes widened at that, and he almost saw a blush. "Well, I knew that, I set it up with your help, and that shouldn’t change anything. I’ve discovered that lots of girls who work or who’s husband’s work in the building. They have two children, a girl and a boy, both under the age of three, but she still manages to have a career. She continues to impress me with who she is. Then there is Ryan. Ryan did not go off to college like Talia. In fact, College was probably not even in Ryan’s vocabulary. Ryan is not stupid by any means, but he is not book smart. He knows how to survive in the world in the bigger areas. He can take care of himself and though he is not Talia, I still admire him for his courage to make it. “Do you mind me having rough kinky bondage sex with Doug baby?” Sara asked. “Do you enjoy it, baby?” I asked. “Oh yes, I love it,” Sara replied, “I have been thinking of nothing else all day.” “Then I don’t mind at all,” I smiled, “I want you to have fun and do whatever you like.” “Even if it leaves marks on my body, like Sunday?” Sara asked, “They do soon fade.” “As long as you enjoy what you are doing baby, then I am fine with it,” I smiled, “you can do anything.” “And you don’t mind.