" Very well, Morgan you may go. Frederica bring Gottman and four guards. Tell them Francine is to be put in the dungeon. Her torture starts at once. N...o Slave may address their betters in such a way. Not even Warrior Slave Francine."Poor Francine was not even addressed by the Mistress. She was ignored and made to stand rigidly to attention while her future was decided. She was a Slave, albeit a highly popular Warrior Slave who was almost revered these days. She had no right to defend herself. In. As she twisted her body to look at whoever was assisting her, she knew before she saw his face, the man behind her, without making eye contact steered her towards her apartment and whispered his demand for her to open the door, she did as she was told.She should be scared, she knew that, but for some reason she wasn’t, she was damp already. She placed the bags down near the entrance and looked up at him, he was still in his security uniform, hair slightly greying at the sides, and that long. " and Sheri said "it's just Bruce we do this for each other all the time, but nobody has blown cum out my nose before." and gave me a naughty laugh. With that in mind I yelled out "Bruce if you wanna watch then I wanna watch you to you basturd" Bruce came in the room in his boxers with a obvious woody and said "good job man. I've never seen a women get cum blown through her head so good that. That was a huge turn on." When Bruce pulled his boxers down to expose his huge german sassage and got. We were sitting under her canape talking . Just b.s really for the most part nothing remarkable I guess I was acting nervous or fidgety. She noticed something was off with me. Janet asked if something was wrong. I couldn’t keep it in anymore. At that moment it all came flooding back to me. The night in her bedroom. All the times I fantasized about her. All the times I looked at her and how she turned me on so much. I was looking at her now in her new bikini and I found myself speechless not.