“Now, the six of you, go back to the entrance and stand with your backs against the door. When I give the word, you shall all race each other. The f...irst one to lay their hand on me wins and gets a reprieve from today’s training. You may use your maximum spirit power however you see fit.”Clay and the others all grinned in excitement. None of them were here against their will. They all chose to train under the Grandmaster, to be made strong enough for the day when the Sect of Silver would rebel. He liked to drink, gamble, kill and fuck. And that was pretty much it. The worst thing was, he could do all that. Women and men fell into his traps so easily it was sickening. But standing at 6” 2 he was not one to mess with. He had olive skin, shortish dark hair, and slight stubble. His eyes were a vibrant green, huge and intense. This was partly the reason why he got women so easily. But the most of it was his body. He was perfectly sculpted, chiselled abs and muscular arms and legs. I. "Well, I'll tell you what Dan. I still can't believe you came into my room and as good as tried to **** me, you made me cum without my consent. You fisted my pussy. And stuck your cock into me. Where's your condom? You could have made me pregnant," Donna said. "What would have happened if my husband was here?"Dan didn't know what to say and before he could reply, Donna laughed again and said, "It's a good job I enjoyed it, you dirty fucker. How about I give you something real to wank about in. Just as it was beginning to become more coherent, he met Sophie, and she seemed to be a calming influence, the short scenes only rarely making their presence known.There was a disturbing reoccurrence around the eighteenth anniversary of the liberation, and he almost sought psychiatric help, but Sophie was able to settle him down.He was looking forward to the arrival of his family for the Passover Seder. It was always a joyous time for Nathan, when his big empty house was filled with the sounds.