The guards might not have seen it on their monitors but she probably had it right there on her desk! I jumped up and grabbed the bars, “You saw it!�...� I yelled, straining to see her. “You let her rape me!”“Ridiculous.”” she called back, “You can’t rape the willing.” opening the door.“I’ll rape you then!” I threatened, not expecting a response.“You can’t rape the willing!” she sang, and the slam of the door ended our exchange.‘What the hell does that even mean?’ I thought, wondering if she was. He turned as we entered the bedroom and I leaped onto him with a force that would have staggered a mortal. No luck with Robert though. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and started kissing him.He kissed me back. He always could read my moods and knew that tonight what I wanted was hot and furious sex. Reaching behind me, he grasped my uniform collar and pulled down. The cloth resisted not a bit as he ripped my clothing from me."Nice outfit," he commented. "Not. " But I want you; I want to kiss you and..." Jeremy's voice trailed off."You can fuck me if I get up on the bed. I'm a bitch now, so it will have to be doggy-style, and if you want my arse you'll have to take my tail out. Or I can suck you?" offered Kate.Jeremy suddenly felt how nice it was to have Kate as a slave, and marvelled that she had changed so much in a couple of days. Patting the bed, he indicated that she was to get up on it. When she had struggled up on to the coverlet, she backed. So next afternoon we went out in search of a ladies tailor’s shop who could deliver her dresses in two days. Our house is situated on Stadium Road, and in that locality we found no such tailor who could deliver things so early.Finally suddenly we found one very small tailoring-shop, run by an old, septuagenarian, Muslim ladies are tailor who agreed to stitch her ‘cholis’ by two days. This tailor, named Kashim Muhammad, was medium in height, dark and appeared to be senile, who had a minor.