She wondered whynobody had tried out that option before. After all, he had never beenphysically aggressive towards anyone and there was no danger."Why...don't we talk about what happened with Mr. Newton," Waters began,finally broaching a more sensitive topic.Fred let a brief smirk flicker over his face or a moment. "What abouthim?" he inquired."If I understand correctly, you talked him into trying to kill himself.Did you not?"Plainly speaking, Fred had hypnotised the man into trying to. After she was satisfied with her orgasm, as she was still holding my face in her pussy, she started to urinate inside my open mouth, I was too shocked to move away. If I didn’t swallow it I would have drowned.After she was done pissing on my face she said; “for now on, you will do what Greg, my boys, and I say, you will remain naked at all times. You will now be homeschool, so I can train you to be a good submissive slut. Do you understand?”I was so scared, all I could say is, “Yes.”She then. One submissive sex-slave being dominated by one beautiful and willing assistant. Wearing the skirt she said she would never wear.“Use your tongue. Lick my toes.”Poor Francesca. It’s not her fault. She knew she would have to do some things she wouldn’t want to do. That was the nature of the work, wasn’t it? And she had even heard about the English and their perversions and their bizarre fetishes. But she never thought it would be like this. Like this! God. Not like. ‘Come to me, Kitty. Close the door and come and kneel in front of me.’ I walked slowly towards her and when I got close I could see more clearly but only her. The halo of light from the candle beside her lit nothing of the rest of the room. Vague shapes, small reflections were all I could pick out. I knelt close to her and in front of her. “Give me your hands.’ I stretched them out towards her and she held them and just as she had on that first night in Lise’s Bar, she thumbed the webbing.