..”Quentin shrugged almost resignedly. “Not ‘Master’, Julia. Don’t you understand? That’s all over.”Julia shook her head. “No,” she ...aid rather blankly. “No, I don’t understand.”“Obviously, and fair enough, it will take time,” said Quentin.“Yes... yes... “nodded Julia. Then her face suddenly brightened. “But then... then... I saw... you did have her stripped and beaten. She is... she is now your slave again?”“She is, Julia... she is... you must believe me...”“I can’t... I can’t... not yet... . . familiarity to these two creatures, and so despite mymisgivings I led them to the living room, and we sat down.The taller one said, "Once upon a time, Hades, god of the underworld,needed a bride, and so found one in Persephone. However, that caused someproblems, and eventually it was settled that she would spend half theyear with her husband, and half the year she would spend in Olympus. Buttwo years ago, something went wrong, and she did not return to Hades asshe was supposed to." Wait a. . she kept telling me how wet her pussy was and about what she would do to me and where I could cum on her if her husband was watching. Out of respect for her rules, I didn't push to try to fuck her.. I'm just not that kind of guy (but I kind of got the feeling she might let me if I did pressure her). I had noticed she had been rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples as we talked.. she said her husband would really love to see me cum on her big tits and she lifted her shirt to show them off.. He stroked faster when he saw her start to finger herself.This was the wildest thing she'd done since College. God, what a time that had been. All those sexcapades somehow did not come even close to what was happening now. This seemed more dangerous and daring, more taboo. What if other people from the opposite building happened to look out their windows and see her? That would certainly not be a good look. In fact, it could even look rather incriminating somehow, but she continued. It turned.