”“What is this place?”“The Serena Clinic for the rehabilitation of the criminally and emotionally insane,” she said with a smile. “But, yo... already know that, don’t you, because you signed the forms?”“Show me,” said John in a querulous tone as he pointed at the form that was held in her hand.She passed the form to him and he flicked to the last page of the document. The page was filled with small text that filled the gap above his signature that had been blank. Under his casual scrawl was Gills. She thought perhaps there was even a slight pinking of his ears, a blush, but it was hard to tell with his deep tan. ‘Perfect,’ he almost moaned as he lifted them to his lips. Katia knew that if this experiment was to succeed, she would have to act more boldly, more like Natasha or Anya would. What would they do? How would they reel their prey in? She stepped forward once more. This time their bodies did not touch, but with just centimeters between them, it would be enough for his senses to be. It is tasty.” “Let me go get dressed and tell this one here what needs to be done for her punishment before we leave.” “Ooooh, is your slut toy giving you problems?” “Only a little. She seems to think she can cum whenever she wants.” Rachel slapped my slave on her bare ass. “Naughty slut toy! If you were my plaything, I’d make sure you wouldn’t disobey me the first time let alone anytime after that. I hope your Master punishes you something good.” “Oh, she’ll get what’s coming to her alright.. .............................................My horse was exhausted, I knew it was not likely to carry me very much further. Tiredly I dismounted. I took my one remaining water bottle, gave the horse a handful and let a few drops dribble between my lips.I had been left with little choice but to take to the dunes even though I knew a horse was entirely unsuited to the terrain, this was camel country.I was in a low defile between sand dunes, with just a little welcoming shade.Reaching into a bag.