She refused to work with that usurper of her role, Anja.Anja sensed Anita's hatred, and she reacted in kind. Her intent was to take away the Master fr...m Anita, and have him all to herself. Anja and Anita would growl and hiss at each other through their bits. Peter found the girls impossibly unruly, and the cart ride unmanageable. But, as an experienced Master, he knew just what to do. The girls found themselves led back to the dungeon and chained in a most peculiar fashion. After immobilizing. I loved it, I loved every moment of it. I slowly opened the door and he jumped up, startled. Maybe he wasn’t looking at me but I wasn’t going to stop. I made my way to his bed, after shutting the door behind me, by the light of his laptop. His mouth gaped open but his eyes said yes. He was looking down at me and at his lovely hard dick. I slowly reached out and grasped it lightly. It felt good in my hand and I slowly started moving my hand over the top of it. He gave a little moan but suddenly. He popped the cork on one bottle, and poured out six glasses. He passed them around to the three girls, the two black guys and himself. By the second bottle of champagne Krystal and the girls were starting to feel the effects. They were getting very relax with some blurred vision. The men just sipped their glasses, and kept the girls’ glasses full.The casino boss nodded over to his two enforcers, and then at Krystal, and then over to the bed. They both caught the drift, and got up and. No concept of sharing the hurt, of giving pleasure, of listening together to the musical thwump of the flogger, of serving the floggee… It's all academic and selfish, - mutuality is dead, spiritual enjoyment gone….I used to row on the river (at Henley too), and a rhythm of 35 strokes to the minute was regular for me so that's what I look for now, full effort behind every stroke across my bum and back, but who is there out there prepared to go that far ? All the well-built ladies in scanty.