'incorrectpassword'....email...'incorrect password'...messenger...'incorrectpassword'. I felt the colour drain from my face. He'd done it, he'dchanged...all the password log-ins...I couldnt access any of my accounts.Almost sobbing with fear I logged on to facebook as a guest and looked upmy profile, dreading what was going to be on display. Nothing! Well,the same pic I'd had up for years. I gasped with relief, he was joking,surely, its all just a joke, it must be. It must be...I kept. " No one in training wears clothes unless specifically told to. Now remember to present yourself to Master Marcel." Oh, you mean... ?"The other girl nodded as they stepped out onto the patio where Marcel awaited."Ah, Emily my dear," he smiled.Emily, the trainees reminder fresh in her mind, walked straight to the table and leaned over, her head against her outstretched arms, so her nest and anus were high and easily accessible to her new master.He took her nest, powerful but not rough as Hans. It didn't take long before we were both at each other again and this time I fucked her as she was bent over the arm of the sofa. I loved the feel of her tight pussy around my cock and really liked the fact that she was so vocal during sex as well, begging to be fucked harder, crying out as she was cumming, urging me to cum in her pussy.After that first weekend together, we spent most weekends either at my place or hers. The sex was incredible and we also shared our pasts with each other. I. She looks to Diane for a reply. Diane stares at Lucy with a baffled look and asks, “Are you into women?”“No…I wouldn’t say I am into to women, but I do love looking at beautifully shaped boobs. I especially enjoy it when they are what men refer to as running with their headlights on bright. You know…when their nipples are sticking out like that young woman.” Lucy realizes she is babbling and blushes.They both quietly watch the young women cross the dining room to meet with a friend. Her boobs.