He could trust her. She wasn't really the sociopath that she pretended to be ... but, she was so good at acting the part.Dominique was doing an amazin...g job. They both were.Agonizing screams blasted through the car's speakers with crystal clarity. He could hear the sound of her slave's body desperately splashing against the cold filthy walls of the hatch as he quivered under her weight. Dominique truly was a queen, sitting majestically on her slave, seemingly indifferent to his cries. He zoomed. Carl could only hold his head in shame and humiliation has hisstepmother berated him. His sissy stick was oozing as she gave him atongue lashing."Very well, now for your punishment, I want you over my knees so I canspank you until you learn your lesson," Mrs. Monet said and she pulledup her skirt to display the tops of her nylon stockings and panties.Carl reluctantly laid across her legs and she locked her legs betweenhis and began spanking his panty covered ass with the back of thehairbrush.. The first activity was a game in one respect, because the individual pieces of information had no value in the big picture. It was worth my while delaying the forward march of science as much as possible because the more they learned about me, the less inclined they'd be to let me go. For example, if they discovered that my body's healing rate was at least three times faster than normal (I hadn't re-measured it since my last merge) and that I'd not had even a cold for the last two years, then. .. did she do something ... wrong?Maeson didn’t bother to change at first; he stood where he was and let his eyes linger over Kimber. He allowed himself to caress her with his eyes, from the tip of her to fine long legs she stood on. He feasted on her breasts, longed to suck and bite on her nipples, and was filled with a desire to keep her in the room all night and bend her to his will. Instead, he stood still, a smile playing over his face, and just ate her up with his eyes.“Nothing’s wrong,”.