. You’re not doing yourself any favors by BEHAVING as if you’re hiding something.”“I’m way outside my comfort zone. Jeff ... I’ll try. Jus... give me some time to calm down.”“What shall I tell them?”“Tell them I’m not feeling well ... which is the truth. My heart’s pounding so hard I think it’ll fly out of my chest. I’m having palpitations. If you don’t believe me -- feel my pulse.”“I believe you.” He headed back to the dining room.“Well?” his mother asked.“She said she’s not feeling well and. Brock that Charlie and Joe would need some place to stay and that I was taking Mrs. O'Grady to the hospital. She had assured me that she would let them know and that she would pray over Mrs. O'.That settled, Sarah and I needed to make plans. "We can stay in my apartment Stan, but if this plot goes up into the FBI, that would not be a good hide-out."The situation looked bleak. "Yeah babe, and we still need to find a safe man too. Not just any can-opener, but a good one." I spotted one of Don. "You know the rules, don't you?" She half-whimpered her reply: "Yes, sir." "Is it too much to ask for you to obey them? Are the rules onerous in some way?" She knew what he was doing. In their relationship, most of the rules existed to accentuate the power exchange between them. In this case, the rule she had broken was that she was not to pleasure herself without permission. All that was required of her was that when she wanted to touch herself she simply had to ask Master. Almost without. My right hand shot up and entangled itself in her long lustrous locks, and I yanked her down to crush her lips against mine. She groaned at the ferocity of it. Her tongue went wild in my mouth as I hungrily devoured her. My need was maybe even greater than hers.My other hand slid up her side, starting at her hip, and roughly scraped across her skin until I captured her left breast in my palm. I squeezed and massaged it hard, eliciting even more groans from deep within her throat. I strummed her.