You get the best treatment. You’re basically your own boss. You do only what you want and nothing else. We can do whatever you want to do.’ I want...to do what you want me to. I can go with the flow. ‘I’ve got lots of ideas. Lots of ideas.’ His fingers slide along my inner thigh. I uncross my legs and spread them wide. His hand works up higher on my thigh. ‘My mind is always turning. Always thinking. Always thinking about what they want. What does the customer want? What hasn’t been done before?. The men that tried to attack us hurried into the room too. I treated more patients and the last was a young woman with a cleft lip. When she was done I said to the kneeling man, "I heard that you pass laws here then don't abide by them yourself. I think one of your penalties is to be burnt at the stake for robbery and trying to murder."The man shook in fright but said nothing. His eyes were still on the ground."What would you do if you caught someone from Osani after he tried to take something. That she’ll smash the glass against his flesh and tear his most important organ to shreds. He is helpless within her hands though. Is powerless to do anything in the face of the pleasure that radiates from his shuddering and overflowing cock, and when he cries out again it is not in pain but in ecstasy as the first jet of his seed spurts straight into the bottle. Again and again his cum explodes out of his swollen and throbbing knob to fly into the tube of glass held before him. Again and again. As she wondered what might be the reason, her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden silence in the Great Hall. Professor Dumbledore had stood up, and there was no need for him to call for silence. In a trice the hall was completely quiet."Only a short interruption," the headmaster assured them. "You'll be back to your breakfast in a moment. Some of you may have noticed that Professor McGonagall is not present this morning." In fact none of the students had noticed - as usual they'd been too.