She arched her body and pressed my face into her chest. Then I simply put one nipple into my mouth and pressed her softies into my face with all might....I was taking turns with the nipples and at the same time my hands were searching her back and rubbing all over, pinching her occasionally causing her to thrust her nipple more into my mouth. Then I raised her hands and removed her T shirt. To my amazement, she was not wearing a bra. She told that she didn’t wear one for the last two days so that. That's all your good for is my pleasure, to use when I want, Slut loves when Master is rough, slut loves her Master, he does not take no..it is not acceptable. Slut is to be ready at all times, and Master is growing weary of slut's cunt not dripping wet. Must I punish you till you cream to show your obedience to your Master.. if I want. Maybe you have not earned or pleased your Master enough for him to allow you the pleasure of his cock, his gift for his slut. she should beg for her Master to. The guy she sketched, if he is a diplomat, will never be prosecuted. Probably, the worst thing that will happen to him — if anything happens at all — is that he'll be sent back home. And that won't happen unless there is a lot of publicity and it results in public pressure on the government to do something. Which means that Hope's name would be in the news practically forever." You're positive he was one of the slavers?" Jeff asked.Art sat up straighter. "Oh, yeah. It was a couple of days. Expansive black granite counter tops gleamed over storage cabinets. There was a stainless steel double sink, and a fairly large under cabinet refrigerator, along with a stand-alone ice maker that could probably keep up with a party."Wow, Mare, this is COOL!" I exclaimed. I'd been to her house several times, but never out to the pool and patio before. One of my little quirks was that I liked to cook. I fixed dinner for my parents usually, at least as my work schedule allowed. I was sometimes off.