You’re walking around with a Courser?”“Hello, I am James Wilson, personal security for the Director. I realize that given her own abilities, thi... is, for the most part, a superfluous position, but...” he sighed. “It’s still my job.”“Holy shit, that’s more than I’ve ever heard a Courser say. What’s going on here?”“Like James here said, he’s my security. There aren’t any Coursers, not anymore. I don’t suppose ... oh, good. Deacon! Over here!”“Hey, boss, glad to see you back so soon. Although I’m. Not because I feel more intelligent or wiser. I am not dominant because of the strength or the mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet, to you I am Master. I am your Master only after earning your trust and I embrace your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind, and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of. She lit a joint. “Who are they?” Stew asked humbly. “They are the priests of the temple. It’s a ceremony. I am the focus of the ceremony to make me the temple whore,” Sherri said confidently. She was flouting her newborn sexuality at her meek, sexually aroused white husband. “How many were there?” “I’m not sure. I only saw, James. I felt the others,” Sherri said. She did not say what she felt, where she felt it, or how many she felt. In truth, "it" was phalluses in her dripping, wet sensual. He had asked me out to lunch and we went to a nearby restaurant. Just after he ordered a bottle of wine, he had pulled my head closer to him and kissed me, I was surprised at first, but I responded to his kiss. He slid his hand inside my blouse, after he undid the top buttons, and pulled one of my breasts out of my bra, squeezing my nipple between her fingers. He finally broke the kiss when the waiter arrived with the wine, my blouse was still open, leaving my breast almost bare but I didn’t.