"When we met, Abraham was introduced as our new firearms instructor and Sergeant Moss introduced me as now the second best shot in the department. I d...dn't like that. When we shook hands, I squeezed hard. Just as I thought I had him, he squeezed my hand until I had to whimper, 'Enough.' At least, he didn't gloat."The second time was later that day when I tried to slap him and he caught my hand in mid swing. He converted it into holding. He did keep me out of trouble with Captain Jenson though. The sight of her simply ‘stopped me,’ for a few moments, it was as if I couldn’t speak. Then I heard myself say, “Sorry not to find your mouse, but give me a call if you notice it again.” I planned on chatting to Sammi for a while longer.Back in the living room I told Sammi I thought that she’d imagined her mouse, and then asked her to tell me the name of this flatmate? ‘Anisa’ was her name, a third year student nurse, which surprised me! She looked so young. Being a 3rd year student meant she. Alexander gave a signal. The wash tub was moved to the side. Amy was lowered to the floor and the rod removed from under her knees. Her hands remained tied. She tried, but couldn’t straighten out her body.She became aware that her head was in Alexander’s lap. He whispered soothing words as he caressed her cheeks. She was filled with gratitude for his small kindness. She squirmed in his lap. She felt a growing erection next to her face. All she had to do was twist a little and she would be able. “Answer me Blake! Are you starting to like this or not?” “Yes.” She said very quietly. “What was that Blakey?” He asked as he slowed his pace. “Yes.” She said, slightly louder. “I can’t hear you.” “Yes!” She yelled out. “I fucking love it!” The answer seemed to shock Ken at first, and he stopped fucking her. “Really?” He asked. “Yes, I hate myself for liking it but I do. I like it. Keep fucking me you bastard!” He didn’t need to hear it twice and started fucking her at a rapid pace once again..