It felt cold under the earth. Then, there was ''wet'' the dirt pressing against your skin was wet and cold. You were not quite sure why this was impor...ant, but it was. After this, more things flowed to your mind, as if you had opened some door deep in your soul, memories flashed before your eyes, dancing and intertwining together into one long, confused blur.You remembered...Fire.__Fire was crackling and burning, the edges of your robes trailed ash and smoke as you staggered under the attack.. Slap, slap, slap, slap, six or seven strokes in quick succession. That has got your attention. I stop for what must seem to you like an age and then we I think you are least expecting it I bring the crop down hard across your buttocks. You scream out, as much from surprise as the stinging pain but the crop has left a bright red mark across each milky smooth buttock. I look at my creation and think of the welt as a brand, my brand, my mark; claiming you as mine. I lean on the bed and gently kiss. You’ll hand in work just like everyone else. You’ll participate just like everyone else. If you don’t take it seriously, we can’t move forward.”“I want something in writing.”“You’ll get it. I have to make a phone call, that’s all. But we must start you right away. You’ll be reading Robert Frost by next week.”“‘And miles to go before I sleep.’”“Yes,” smiled Preston. “Walt Whitman too.”“And all this to get on television,” said Claude, shaking his head. “What about spoken word?”“What about it?”“I. Mouth me and jack off, or were you going to fuck me too?" "You can come over here any time and do whatever you want...that's why you have a key." She was jerking me backhand, rubbing and pinching her left nipple with the other, and dirty-talking me. She got off of me, spun around, and took my entire erection down her throat in one smooth move. "Mmmmm......mmmmm...it tastes so good, and it's SO hot," she said between sucks. "Do you like masturbating to my photos, Gloria,?" I asked. She looked up.