Tom took a moment to admire Dawn's beautiful body and her sexy clothes. She was wearing a black short sleeve silk blouse, purple miniskirt, black pant...yhose and black flats. He also observed that Dawn's makeup was perfectly coordinated with her outfit as three shades of purple eyeshadow adorned those big brown eyes which were so appealing. From these thoughts/ observations it was obvious that Tom couldn't wait to get into Dawn's sexy body."So Boris, I see you've brought me what will make for an. However, Protector calmed me down, and I did no such thing.We were still wearing our uniforms, and I detected a couple of mental snickers from the top ranks. Okay, we fixed that by “instantly” converting into exact copies of what they were wearing. The gasps of surprise went a long way toward making me put up with the situation.[All of the conversation with these people was done by mind reading, but I am going to make it easier by recording our speech as if it were done in the normal vocal. She was the polar opposite of Stevie: more full figured, less religious, raucous rather then demure, not as bright but funny as hell, and so on. She and I were both coming out of failing relationships, so it was a double rebound situation. The sex was pretty hot, two people reveling in that intense feeling of intertwining bodies; the touching, the longing, the passion. So, we moved in together, and made a go of it. It wasn't always easy (and I may elaborate on that another time), but you don't. “I am going to leave your gag off so you can count these, slave,” he said and I counted as he laid the stripes across my right cheek and then my left and then across both. I was crying at the end, as Master had promised. He pulled me off the wall and spun me into his arms. He wiped my eyes and kissed me hard. I felt his erection pressing against me and I fumbled to unbutton his jeans. I pushed them down, not waiting for permission. He kissed me as he crab-walked me into the bedroom. As he sat.