She was at the computer. "Hamburgers are good. Don't forget us here." I won't," he said. The door closed."I just started the download," she said. "The...e's a few minutes to kill." She smiled. It was a evil little smile. "So tell me, Jace, have you ever been kissed in a substation?"I was in trouble. "No, cutey, I don't think I ever have."That was quickly rectified. While it was being rectified, fingers curled over the growing lump in my pants. "Then you haven't had a LOT of things in a. " Where'd you learn them? Not in college?" Ned suggested."No, at home. My folks are both language professors. Mom always speaks Italian to me, and Dad always speaks French. I learned English on the street—it's my third language." I grinned because it really seems funny, even to me."Wow, that's weird. What do they speak to each other?" They speak English to each other. But, when I spoke English to them, they wouldn't hear me. They still don't." I felt the sort of weird feeling that always sets. Sie raffte sich auf, stellte sichein letztes Mal breitbeinig ?ber die ersch?pfte, nackte Frau, die immer nochauf dem unpassenden Polyesterteppich lag und genoss das Gef?hl ihrer Macht. ?Steh jetzt auf und zieh dich an! Dumusst dich auf das Meeting vorbereiten?, befahl sie in einem rauchigen Ton, derihr durchaus wohl gefiel. Mit diesen Worten lies sie die Fraualleine, ohne sie eines weiteren Blickes zu w?rdigen und widmete sich imVorzimmer ihrer Arbeit. Zumindest versuchte sie es, denn. When we entered the dungeon, I knealt in my usual place beneath the metal crossbar attached to a hoist in the ceiling.Then Mistress Flavia entered. She looked lovely, as always. Her suavely cut brown hair just touched her shoulder blades. Before each session, she was gracious and patient. I’d been seeing her every week for nearly three months, and her presence was hypnotic to me. Even though she would whip me very hard, until I even screamed sometimes, felt it was my pleasure to endure these.