Not true, Logan had replied with a gentle smile.Amber took a deep breath and stood up on shaky legs. I am not no one, she told the frightened serving ...irl that lived in her mind. I am not worthless. And I would rather return to mist than be a slave for one motherfucking minute longer!She was still terrified but her hands stopped shaking. It was enough. Taking a deep breath, she steadied the platter in one hand, gripped the wine pitcher in the other, and stepped through the door onto the bridge. ‘I’m sorry, Professor,’ he muttered, and I told him not to worry about it, and apologized for embarrassing him. He nodded glumly and left. Dawn went back to her poem. I just watched her. Maybe I shouldn’t have, maybe I should have at least pretended to be working or organizing my papers or something, but I just leaned against my desk and watched. She was passionate when she wrote, she had the sort of energy I only dreamed of recapturing. On more than one occasion I’d seen her rip the page with. .. being in control. Later... soon... the control will be yours... all yours my love... I promise.Slowly I kneel between your legs... my hands brushing the inside of your thighs as they move towards your crotch. My lips... sucking on your nipples... my hands... moving over the bulge in your jeans. I love feeling your cock harden under my touch... and though I'm eager to free your cock... I move slowly... very slowly. Finally I allow my hunger to take control. My tongue moves down your stomach. All day I kept thinking about Mike (his name). When I got back to the hotel there was a note for me. Mike had a bottle of scotch in his room and invited me to join him. I called him and said I'd be there as soon as I'd had a shower. I knocked on his door and he called out the door was open. I went in to find Mike sitting on the corner of his bed wearing with a towel wrapped round his waist. My heart pounded, he was as beautiful as I remembered. He got up and moved cat like to the table and.