.. ," I started to say."When we are with Michelle you will address me as Mistress and Michelle as Ma'am, understand? And furthermore, it is not your j...b to think, merely to obey me. Now tell her."I nodded meekly. "Ma'am, I have a chastity belt under my panties." I blushed crimson as I said this and Michelle giggled at me."You are such a pathetic boyfriend, aren't you? I would have done the same thing if you were mine." She turned to Jennifer. "Good job, I hope training him goes well. I see he. They were kissing. I couldn’t believe. I hide instantly in thought what is exactly happening. I was adolescent and known nothing about sex. But I dare and kept on looking their live action.Steven, who was 5 feet 10 inch tall man. Masculine in personality , with broad chest, light chick bones, French cut on face , dark eyebrows, big nose and was dressed in white cloth of holy church dress. Women around him were beautiful. One of them was sister of school and teacher of English and other was. I felt the hackles rise a bit on the back of my neck as I stalked through the deserted office floor on the way to the luxurious working space of Magnus Thenn. Even the senior marketing manager had left three hours ago. I just told myself that when I had that when I was being helicoptered around Manhattan in five years or so, it would all be worth it. I ran a hand through my close cropped blond hair as I walked through the large oak doors in the the office of Magnus Thenn. He was sitting. She tries not to swallow hard. Tries to steady her breath. Give in to him, Taryn, she thinks to herself. He looks up at her. Let him sing to your body. Into her hazel eyes. “What does T stand for?” Another crack of thunder, the lamp bulb not only sizzles, then sparks, finally shattering apart. Total darkness. Total silence. Just their breathing hard. She throws her head back and whispers, “ Taryn.” He rips her shirt wide open. Buttons fly everywhere. Pitch black. There’s a rustle and bustle..