The master stops directly in front of you. "Look me in the eye," he commands. You do. His eyes are steel-gray and intense, as if he looks past your na...ed flesh and judges the weight of your soul.He runs his hands across your chest, tracing the ridges of your ribs. "You are mine now. You have no will of your own. You exist for my pleasure and that of anyone else I see fit." His voice is quiet, yet commanding. "You have no rights. However, I reward slaves who serve well with certain privileges.. Moments later her flesh is pressed against me but, instead of her pussy, my tongue encounters the puckered skin of her anus. In my surprise my body must have reacted because my Mistress gives a wicked laugh. “My poor slave,” she whispers sympathetically, “you didn’t really expect me to give you everything you wanted did you? Now lick me!” I do as she commands, driving my tongue into her, feeling the wrinkled flesh of that little hole part slightly under the pressure. I can smell the scent of. The older boys didn’t bother her so much - well, maybe Fred and George a little since you could always count on the Weasley twins to tease you about something - but it was Ron who made her the most uncomfortable. He and Harry were her best friends, but somehow without Harry here, she felt more like a girl, like she was staying with her friend Ginny, and just happened to fancy one of Ginny’s brothers."Hermione, come on," hollered Ron, barely evading George’s playful attempt to drown him in the. Most of the guys tell me I’m stupid. They say she only comes down to pick my brains. That’s OK though. I’ve already interviewed with another company, our biggest competitor. I’m gone in two weeks! I’ll miss the place, and I’m going to miss Lauren, but you know how it is, a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. Now let’s get to the story. Oops! Not yet! The story will have to wait until you’ve heard my side. My name is Lauren Amber Railsbach, and I got hired at this ‘think tank’ a few months.