"Andy, Erm sorryNichola here has a lot to learn."I nodded at this and commented, "I really hope I manage in the time wehave." Exactly," dad continued...."Well I have been in contact with ahypnotherapist I went to university with and if you are agreeable wecan do some learning using a combination of hypnosis, pre-suggestiontapes and subliminal images."I was really intrigued at this and asked, "How would this work?"He carried on, "As you know Nichola was a obsessive diarist and fromthese we can. I assumed this to be the bedroom. I sat down on the sofa and Mistress Leah offered me a glass of wine. In the back of my mind I thought to myself that this girl barely looks old enough to drink, but I wasn't about to ask for ID.Mistress Leah went off to an adjoining kitchen area and soon returned with two glasses of red wine and handed me one before sitting next to me on the sofa. I made some stupid toast about hoping it was better than the communion wine I usually get on Sundays and we. The bra matched the knickers."I would have thought that would be obvious; I feel over-dressed," she smiled, nodding at his towel and moving towards him, putting her arms round his unresisting neck and bestowing on him a blistering kiss, sliding her lips over his, and allowing them to fall open. Tongues met and licked. His arms went round her bare waist, and pressed her against him. She felt his erection as it pushed the towel outwards.She broke from him and walked away towards the bedroom, her. "I whip to cut your skin!" Thank you, Master."They rode hard and fast all day.At dusk, after she returned from behind a bush and was still free, her escort enquired blandly: "You would like me to fuck you?" It was a question slave girls were well attuned to. Audrey knew it well. It was often followed by the casual but pregnant suggestion Effayd now employed. "Of course, if you would prefer to be well whipped...?" Thank you, Master. Please fuck me."In a scale of one to ten, Effayd ranked no more.