I wasn’t making eye contact and it through him off. Is that something your master has trained in you? no, I just have a thing about eyes. So here’...s the eye poetry.“I believe that eyes are windows to the soul. Mines broken (child hood traumas I’m finally starting to work through) so my soul is shattered into millions of pieces. Like shards of a smashed window on an icy night. Some blood stained. I don’t like showing it off. I don’t like being that naked, vulnerable, and open. So, l hide the. I’d walk away, saying her begging is not convincing enough. She’d crawl towards me, showing her desperation to get used by me. “What can you offer me?” I’d ask. She would give some silly answers, like ‘experience’. I’d refuse again, making sure she would give me all. She would be confused, not knowing what to say to get me. After some more begging, she would realise what I want. She would promise me a nice blowjob and a nice and tight pussy to fuck. Again, I would refuse. I would want. “Boy, to what sort of monster have you turned to?” Superintendent Ten granted with a pale face. His three aspects had a stifling sensation, particularly in his dantian; almost like his mist cultivation was sealed permanently rather than momentarily suppressed.Watching superintendent Ten, one of the scarce Martial Mortals in New Earth, surrendering, alarmed the men and women in the room and intensified the suspense.“Everyone”, Supreme Ruler Ariel raised his hand and a soothing breeze swept the. I kept cool and reached out my hand to shake his. He returned my firm handshake and I spoke.“Good to meet you, Michael. I’ve heard so much about you.”Michael seemed to recover his composure and looked me in the eye. He seemed to tower over me although he was probably just four or five inches taller. He had a stockier build which reminded me of our rugby-playing friend, Simon. Although I was of average height and build, I felt small and slight.“Hi, Paul, I’ve heard lots about you too. Maggie.