You will acknowledge them. You will stay here and you will not touch your penis and you certainly will not CUM until my return. Is that clear?”I swa...lowed hard. “Yes.” I paused then caught myself just in time. “Mistress.” The slap became a caress of my cheek and she pulled my head forward, meeting my lips with your open mouth. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and kissed me hard. It was powerful and sensuous. I still didn’t know what she looked like. But she smelled like jasmine, her skin was. For her to react as she has, it would take a massive program to...”“For your information she has that. It took me fifteen years to write the basic emotion program. I worked on it every day. Sometimes foregoing sleep for days at a time. I will tell you though what I created is nothing compared to what she has in her now. A far more complex massive program that I am just beginning to understand.”Betty’s mouth was hanging open as she stared from me to Sheila, then back and forth. Looking closely. The curve was the Sultana’s specialty. Using that curved edge to convert near misses into fatal blows was something that she did with ease. In battle, she had torn out numberless jugulars with the curved tip, just as her adversary was sure that she had missed. With her children, she used the same curve to pull her punches, so that she could demonstrate that they could have been killed, while they only suffered a scratch. Many wondered what this brutal training was for. Again, perhaps it had to. The door to the room opposite was open. Celine, a petite blonde school teacher was straddling her husband on the bed. She was wearing her glasses with her hair pulled back behind her ears. Her pale skin, thin body, and small breasts were encased in a red silk night dress, the fine string had fallen from one of her shoulders, revealing a hard nipple. Beneath her, Mike, her husband, a large black man, very muscular from working in the steel industry, was in ecstasy, his hands holding his wife’s.