As I was driving back, I realized I was very hungry, so I decided to head home for lunch and then go back to the office. I thought of calling up Shilp...a, but the police in our city had become very strict in fining drivers who talk on the phone while driving, so I decided to just send her a short SMS instead – “cmng home fr lnch 2day”. After I sent the SMS, I realized I was just five minutes away from home, and if Shilpa was taking a nap as she often did in the afternoons, there was a good chance. “Second lesson, do you know why I’ll call you FuckSow, Karla? Men and unsophisticated dominatrix insult their slaves and call them FuckPigs, pigs, but pigs are males, they are only interested in their own pleasure, they only think about penetrating the Sows with their penises. Female Piglets and FuckSows are females, always ready to do what is expected of them: get caught and get pregnant! So you must always be receptive to our wishes and orders, FuckSow Karla! It is understood?"“Yes, Gabriela,. ‘Does that demonstrate my want, sweet Toreador,’ I asked. ‘More,’ she whispered in my ear. ‘I want more of you, Stefan.’ I removed my jacket and kicked off my shoes as I led her to the bedroom. Once there I finally removed her boots and the remainder of my clothing before lying back on the bed with her, kissing her with renewed vigor. She was very wet, and I entered her easily. While I might be a bit above average at seven inches, like the rest of me, I was also skinny. I simply assumed that. I wrestled with my annoyance at being so casually dismissed and then, a year later, so effortlessly won back. I ground the self-doubt to a fine dust and used my annoyance to add fuel to the fire. It worked better than I expected.The growl came from a place I didn't know existed within me. Her eyes widened. A thousand more years of yoga would not have granted her the reflexes to escape me now. The only way out was a word. She was far too invested to utter her safety just yet.I wrapped my hand.