The only good thing about my job was that daily time apart fanned the flame of my passion for our evening rendezvous. We’d fall upon each other l...ike wildcats- stripping as we kissed, unable to perform any mundane tasks (like making dinner) until after our bodies had merged. After the dishes were washed, we’d have time to make love- this initial contact was a desperate fuck, often on the floor of her entryway. No words needed to be spoken- our bodies communicating mutual lust. . ‘The sooner, the better… With our limited time frame, I’ll need just about all of the time I can have with her training.’ He said, folding his arms across his chest as he slowly stepped out of the room. There was just something about the room that he did not like. Even to a slave trainer like him, known for his sadistic cruelty in breaking young women, the room gave him a feeling of uneasiness, a unsettledness that made him feel as if this would not be the last time he would be in this room.. The family looked drawn.“Have you heard any news about where Wensta might be?” Razza asked curiously.“If Wensta has one skill it is his ability to disappear when he wants to even when he is under surveillance. He acquired the tools to counter any surveillance he is under. We have never seen or found these tools,” said Radon resting his chin on his palms with his elbows on the table. He yawned. “That young man is up to no good. I have no doubt he is consorting with the enemy. Today I formally. And then Tiger felt, on first one nipple, then the other, a gentle kiss, a probing tongue, and soft sucking lips. She felt her nipples stiffen, felt teeth envelop them, pull them, harden them, bite them, till they poked out as clearly and as firmly as they were capable of. Waiting, then, hoping, hoping, her every desire was fulfilled as hot, hot! wax fell, fell from almost no height, leaping onto her sensitized skin, the heat, the pain so great that Tiger could not decide whether she had only.