" Castor and Pollux," she fired back without missing a heartbeat. "Don't mess, Scodelario." Smartass," he retorted. "Okay ... childhood phobias." Hmm....." she shifted in bed to face him better, pulling the duvet over her shoulders. "Caterpillars."As predicted, Aidan snorted in disbelief. "The fuck? Caterpillars? Were you worried they'd ... you know what, I don't know, I can't think of anything scary that a bloody caterpillar could possibly do to you."She swatted at him halfheartedly. "Phobias. So,slut, get licking! Think of this as your Christmas breakfast!? Stillkneeling, I bent my face over my bra lying on the bed and began licking theleather bra all over especially the inside of the cups which smelt dirty andsweaty from weeks and months of constant wear. The leather cups were alsocovered in my own caked blood from the countless whippings I had endured overmy young breasts. My master was very cruel and sadistic and often told me thathe liked nothing better than to give ?a slut. He enjoyed his position of authority more than a lot of people thought he should too. He hopped out of his car ranting, raving, and cussing a blue streak. He headed right back to me and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he intended to yank my door open and see about jerking me out of the car. It got right on my last nerve.When he yanked the door open, as I'd expected, I shot him right in the pump. Talk about a surprised look on a cop's face. Of course being the self-important turd that. Having just turned 21, I was in my junior year, and it had been a rough semester. It was coming to an end, and the weather was turning warmer with the spring.I had just recently broken up with my boyfriend, and was single. My two friends, Missy and Tammy, were doing their best to cheer me up. While Tammy had a boyfriend, Missy was single, and she had told me many stories of some wild and crazy nights. One Friday night, I was planning on a night at the computer and a movie, when my phone rang..