Iosoan fingered the silver ring on his finger, studied the rendering of his own House Seal; even the ring turned his stomach as he sat in bitterness.T...en, he looked back at the girl; so many years she had been in his personal service, so long had he seen her as a servant; and now... From the hallway outside came the muffled sound of voices, coming closer; Iosoan did not turn his head. Then the door burst open and two figures entered the room."My lord!" called the boy who entered first. His. .. I keep sucking on you softly squeezing with my lips as I move my head up, swirling my tongue around as I move down, You've got one hand in my hair, moving my head up and down to the rhythm you would like... Then suddenly the car isn't moving, I sit up and we're parked behind a building... you reach down to push the seat back and pull me onto your lap... with your one hand behind my head you pull me in to a kiss, while your other hand is up under my skirt, finding your way to my dripping. I made her a mug of Lapsang Suchong with a twist of lemon and myself a milky coffee with three sugars. I took them back into her lounge where she was sprawled on the sofa staring at a small slip of card. Placing the drinks on her oak coffee table, I sat next to her and glanced at the card. It was one of those strip photographs that you get in a booth for passports and what have you. It was four pictures of her and Alan and they were laughing heartily in three of them. The last picture was of. Her arms hung useless at her sides. She swayed forward, and then she sat up straight again with a supreme effort that seemed to drain the last bit of strength from her. Her lips were mouthing her "Submit and Obey" mantra, but she was too weak to find her voice. Finally, smiling, I opened my arms to her, and she leaned forward, nestling into my body as she made a little moan of surrender. She had hypnotized herself. I'd never said a word.I gently turned her and moved slightly, so that her head.