Her struggles were weakening--no air to support them. Lungs burning. Loins burning.I was dying, and there was no light.He had forced my legs apart and...was deep inside me now. Limp as a rag-doll I felt him thrash me in his manic desire to fuck. I couldn't breath, I couldn't see, and yet, I didn't want to live--my only desire suddenly was to die and escape this.Please, oh please, I begged in the cold darkness of my mind, let me die.And it began. Trembling and thrashing, as my body tried. She moved to get up so I quickly send her a message."Stop!"She must have heard the beep because she looked at the screen again. She stopped. She was halfway up and it looked like she was almost out of balance. But she stayed still."I want you to back on your knees because there are some other things we need to discuss."She reached out to the keyboard and within a second the response came."Yes, Master"She must have programmed it under a key. Did I tell you how smart she is?She was on her knees. The woman cannot take it any longer and is she doesn’t make a move soon, she is going to explode. “Would you mind if I take off my top?” she asks as calmly as possible with a shrug. “It’s not really hiding much anyway and I don’t want tan lines.”Calen doesn’t answer immediately. He wants to shout yes because there is just something pulling his attention to the woman, other than her chest. Then there is the matter of the cat costume she is wearing. It hasn’t fallen off, neither the ears nor the. When she’dfinally spoken to him in clear English, lightly layered withher native tongue, he heard sensuality and sureness, anddeep in it all, command. Later that night he was on hisknees in her apartment, mouth on her sex and handscupping the warm smooth skin of her buttocks, bringingher to climax as she stood and stared down at him past thered coal of her dark cigarette. She had waited untilmorning before she had finally smoked him, and he’dbrought her to orgasm twice more with his hands.