You are my property, my slave. Do you understand?’ A tiny intake of breath was the only indication of the shock she must have felt. ‘I understand,...�� she replied quietly and without the least suggestion of resistance. ‘I am your master and you must address me as such,’ I said sternly. ‘Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.’ ‘Good,’ I said more kindly. ‘This lady,’ I indicated Wendy, ‘is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of respect, but she is not your mistress because you belong to me. Stephen, behind him, mimed vomiting at the sight and Colin fought hard to stop from bursting out laughing, instead concentrating abnormally hard on tying his trainers. They worked out together for just over an hour, talking for most of the time. This is so comfortable, thought Colin, it's like we've known each other for years. Stephen was much fitter than him, but he tried not to let it show. He waited until Stephen went into the weight room and then rested for ten minutes, panting and guzzling. " I nodded my head and she continued, "these tiles on the floor are twelve inches square. If you stand with your toes right on this seam of these tiles right here we would have a good idea of the distance. After I would collect the semen so I may weigh and measure the amount."I lobbied for more, "Since fucking you is not an option and would not work for this...uh...test, I would love to give you an orgasm." She considered that then said, "Let me show you my hymen Peter. I would not want. Oh, I had my PhD in Magic all right, but that had only required a minimum amount of study.The people here at Boston University had only done a minimal background check on me with the University of Georgia since I am an O'Connell. They were only interested in learning if I had my PhD in Magic. They failed to ask about my other studies, and the people at UGA hadn't volunteered any other information. It was therefore extremely simple for me to tap into their recording system and to learn what went.