It was her bag I was after, or rather her phone, to see if she’d been covertly recording our conversation. She hadn’t, but there was a sheet of pa...er at the bottom of her bag – a list of establishments, one or two I recognized as having a clientele with extremely specialized tastes. There were hand-written question marks against one or two. Was she working on some kind of exposé? Or was there a more intriguing reason?Then it struck me, that throwaway line about a cavity search. How did she. Eva is here for training and for our pleasure. She has disappointed her master many times. By the time she leaves here she will have been conditioned not to ever disappoint him again. Isn?t that right Eva??Poor Eva looked a sight and smelled worse. She looked at Marcy and said, ?Yes, Ma,am, I will definitely remember the lessons I?ve learned here and I don?t want to be sent back. I will be the best slave Master Jim will ever have.??We really are trying to achieve three things with Eva,? Marcy. Yet Terry and he were intimate.Rewind time? You betcha!But that didn’t go right either, I wanted to rewind a minute, but I immediately lost control of the “remote” (OK, reader, what else could a layman call control of the passage of time?) to this Clinton fellow.Time slowed to virtually a stop. A slice of fish clearly too big for the implement fell off Miss Piggy’s fork and was suspended in mid-air, a gobbet of saliva expelled in agony, at the one that got away, was frozen millimetres from her. .Aaah … .La..La … .Lala … ..Hhhmm … ..Ahiste … .Hhh … Awaz … Aah … Karo … .. Beta … .Soraha … .Hai … .Ssshhh … .Mmhhh … …Par use kya parwa, wo to rocket ki speed me pele ja raha tha aur chilla ke uska izhar bhi kar raha tha. Tabhi maa ne apni bayi chuchi ko apni hatho se upar kardi — — — — –ye lo lala …Par lala nazar andaz kargaya, to maa ne uske sar ko kheech ke lake uske muh me apni bayi nipple ghusa diye. Fir to uska muh chillana chhod, us lazeez chuchi ko saat janam ke pyase ki tarah.