And then, I reachedfor the remote control to the stereo system and on camethe music. And the most perfect of all music, “Turn OffThe Lights̶...1; by Teddy Pendergrass. I excused myself to the kitchen to return with herdinner that was displayed on exotic flatware. She wasshocked that I spent a few hours to prepare herfavorite, Chicken Cordon Blue and fettuccini. She was soamazed that I had remembered our first telephoneconversation. The evening went great for her. I even hadchilled wine. Pulling her trousers down and her panties I pushed her over the table, and forced my cock in her cunt, Debbie was tight like a vice but she had stopped struggling and had started to want it hard and fast, her pussy so dripping wet it felt so good on my cock.Debbie now started to push back making sure my cock was as deep as possible, she pushed up as I cupped her tits fucking her as hard as possible, her moaning became louder and louder, as she begged me to make her cum like no man has ever. The girl he had been so abusing earlier was now laughing and squealing as he pumped in and out of her, and she looked at me as if inviting me to join in. If I hadn’t been so worn out from my exercise upstairs, I might have tried, but I wasn’t supposed to be involved in their training and tortures… at least, not yet. I left Mitch to finish up and went to take the dorm girls to lunch. Once they were fed, I carried the bowls that the cage girls were fed in down to the basement, and fed them as. Both had an arm around their partner. ‘Tea. Answer to all problems!’ said Denise, shakily. ‘Why is it we British always think we can solve a problem with a cup of tea?’ ‘Well, it can’t hurt, can it?’ said Stan, which drew a snort from Anne and a shaky smile from Denise. Stan blew across his cup to cool the hot liquid. ‘It’s a stimulant, it gives you something to do, it gives you time to think. It’s also a tradition, and it helps everyone feel like they’re doing something. Making a cup of tea is.