Perhaps I could learn to be a good slave. Perhaps I would survive. Instead of using the switch on me, the trainer pushed his shoe in front of my face....I instantly kissed it, and then began licking the shoe as sensuously as I knew how. I knew that if I learned quickly, I would not be beaten. I resolved to be the best student the school had ever known - even if it as a student of the arts of female slavery.This was the most difficult class, Valerie had warned me, even worse than the afternoon. Leaning over him, she licked his knob, tasting the tangy flavor of the droplet remaining on his it. Getting up on the bed, she knelt astride his waist, and with one hand pulled her skirt up, and positioned the urinal between her legs, pressing the opening to her wet lips, making sure it was positioned so that her pee hole was right in the center.“My turn to pee now,” she said. “Do you want to watch me pee for you?”“Uh huh,” he replied, his eyes fixed on her pussy.Bridgette closed her eyes, God,. With her having not much more than a high school education and two courses in psychology she took at the community college to better understand her customers, she wasn’t on his level. He was her oracle, her sage, and her Guru guide who knew all things. Such an odd couple, why would he befriend her? Maybe, like her, he has no one else. With her a nothing and a no one, obvious he was someone once, a husband, a father, and a friend. Who knows what else he was to all those he touched in his life in. Jon didn't really agree with Jason's assessment, but knew he was better at this than he was, so he let Jason take the lead. When things started to happen, he agreed with Jason and held his fire, too. When Dan's father was down, Jon knew the trouble was over, so he went back to the roof access hatch, and down to the RV to put away his weapon.Jen, too, watched everything. She would have rather taken out the target herself, also, but went with what Jason wanted to do. She held Dan's arm to keep.
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