This was not possible. He, Kristen, awoman? Impossible.With panic, he started to thrash. Fighting against his restraints andthrashing around. All it d...d was giving him a view of a row of pods as hewas dragged along and a nasty chuckle from his captor."A fighter! What a delight."The long hallway came to an end as Kristen was dragged around a bend. Thenew room looked like some sleek design envisioned by those sci-fi geeksor one of those architects who tried to be modern and edgy. A desk madeof. ’ ‘I don’t know.’ He poured a finger’s worth of bourbon into the glass, swirled it around and drank. ‘God, Papa must have kept that bottle since my high school graduation.’ He survived the evening, mostly friends of his parents and some relatives that were able to come. By ten o’clock, though, he excused himself and went to bed, tired of it all. ‘Time to break on through to the other side….’ Saturday, April 5 Three weeks later, he was at his father’s store, once again greeting people as they. He looked very tasty.It was a very large office. There was an oak veneered desk to one side, with black leather, well-cushioned, office chair behind it, and two ordinary chairs the other side. The floor was all grey carpet tiles, but there was a large patterned rug at one end, with filing cabinets, a worktop and sink close by.Al sat in the office chair, and I made to go round to the other chairs. I felt Al grab my arm, and he pulled me on to his lap. We kissed immediately, and I felt that. Ashley can only hear what is happening, but the slurps coming from behind her, let her know Tessa is enjoying it. Again, Ashley can feel herself become calmer and glow with a sense of pride, knowing that she can bring Tessa at least, some happiness. The slave is also enjoying herself underneath Ashley and becomes loud as she approaches orgasm. This prompts Mistress to return. "Don't you even think about cumming!" Mistress booms from beside Ashley. The slave slows down her pace, clearly.