I lean closer, breathing in deeply as you pull me closer, filling your nostrils with my fragrance. I feel the tension of a day’s hard work draining ...out of you, your muscles relaxing. This is how it is with us. However stressed or tense, we can always find solace in each other’s embrace.Slowly, I kiss along your jaw, small loving pecks. You lean your head to one side, allowing me better access. The stubble of your beard tickles, making me giggle as I move down to nuzzle your neck. Your pulse. I was far too valuable a 'specimen' to allow that, so she prevented any serious excesses by the rest of the staff. Miss Lane also realised my genetic importance and she heartily concurred with Dr James. I grew quite fond of Dr James. She could be quite tender and kind when we were ill or upset. I couldn't reconcile this 'tender' side to her nature with the perverse ability to perform such strange and sometimes cruel surgery on unwilling pupils simply to please a parents or guardian?s whim. It. If two dudes coated me in honey and sucked me from my head to my toes without touching my clit I would swing on them in fury. The look on chris’s face screamed shock, embarrassment and anger. He didn’t say a word and he left the room trying adjust his poor swollen dick. When he was gone I launched in on her. I said ‘damn it angie you can’t do that to a man.’ She laughed at me and said ‘you’re just pissed you didn’t get to touch his dick. I know all about your c***dhood crush issue. You. A living statue, I suppose.”“That does seem awfully cruel…” Asrah said.“First of all, genie, I am your Master now, and you shall address me as such,” the man said. “Secondly, as your Master, you are obliged to obey me. Now obey me.”“Y…Yes Master. Your wish is my command.”“Wait, hang on…you’re a genie!?” The prisoner exclaimed.“Well, look who’s finally caught on,” said the man. “Now do it, genie.”“I’m sorry…” Asrah said to the prisoner. She stood her finger out, and zapped him with a bolt of.