Yvoine would never admit to having heard anything. He smiled at Sara. ‘What?’ she asked. ‘It’s good you’re in love with her.’ She looked a... him quizzically. ‘I don’t understand…’ ‘You need to love her. A mistress needs to love her slave, otherwise this is just all play. This is my life and how I want to live. I want to live a reality, not a fantasy.’ ‘I thought you’d be angry for falling in love with her.’ ‘Do you still love me?’ he asked her. Sara’s hesitation was only because of her. He would likely be eating his lunch about now. Sure enough, he was there just finishing a sandwich at his workbench. He heard me coming, and a warm smile came across his face as I entered the small room. I didn’t even have a plan, *********** or anything. In fact, I hadn’t even thought of an excuse to even be there. I just hadn’t thought this through at all. I sorta nervously stood looking around. The small room was cluttered with cleaning supplies. Two large white tanks lined the one wall.. She leant forwards, stretched back, head rolled in all directions, breasts thrust in and then out, body aching, yearning under a magnitude of delight, eyes closed, unable to open as lustfulness gripped and teased her. Noises that grew, echoed around us, which served only to fuel her desires, as the delights of hearing herself reach that point of climax, was it appeared a huge turn on in itself. More and more the desire crept up on her, stealing her body, crushing her composure, forcing her into. As Radna squeezed the pliable mound he watched Nathan kneel on the floor between her legs, place a hand on both knees and push the pleated grey skirt up, she moaned again, he put his face close to hers.Like a dog over a bone Radna's tongue salivated over her chin, and her mouth trying to push past her lips, her hands tried to move, to push him away but drugged as she was it was of no use, his hand continued to play with her breast, his tongue licked her sweet face, his mouth continued to taught.