’ I said. She flushed, and couldn’t meet my eye after that. But she did squeeze my hand. Once inside my apartment, she wasted no time. She reach...d under her dress, and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then she looked up at me. Jazz struck a pose. One hand was covering her crotch (thought she might have had one finger inside herself). The other hand she raised to her mouth, partially covering it. The effect was vaguely reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe on the heating grate, with her skirt. You do a bad job and I’ll leave you to deal with that knife on your own. I suggest you consider how many beasts are going to be drawn by the smell of your blood and the sound of your whimpering.Normally I have a rule against stuff like this, but that’s the great thing about people like you. There aren’t many people who would condemn me for this, so I can justify it as punishing you for your crimes, rather than torturing you for information. And am I not merciful for giving you a chance to earn. I already knew, from Joyce herself, that she felt excited by the prospect, and that she felt very confident that it wouldn't change the way she felt about me.I wanted to have sex with Dale and Eddie. I also wanted them to become part of our brain trust. Mostly though, as a result of my talking with Shirley and Emily, I wanted to protect the family grouping that we had already formed. I wondered if the X's would accept the type of compromise I could see taking shape in my head. A group,. Usually I could sense that she was in control of her own emotions. But right now I was terrified that she was getting carried away with her power over me."I like whipping your cock this way." she said with a delicious shiver of excitement in her voice. "Once, again, slave. Tell me one of your favorite memories of me."Like Sheharizade, I realized I had to tell a good tale or risk death. In this case the certain death of my cock, which was already swollen bright purple.So I began. "Mistress, let.