Her family was watching tv when she announced that I was the new slave that she was going to train. I was introduced to the family. I said each name...three or four times to myself. She had an older sister, Catherine who was some kind of professional by the way she was dressed. Her mother, Judith, was an experienced slaver and her father looked at me with a sympathetic glance. I was told to leave my bag and was then shown to the basement. There was a mattress on the floor; it was cold and a. He rather have Avery, but if his secretary wants to play it that way then he will make her jealous, make her want it, make her wet.He withdraws his hand from between his wife’s legs, making the woman whimper helplessly in protest. And before she has a chance to catch an expression on his face, he drops from sight. Then she feels his breath on her thighs as his hands run up the backs of her calves to caress the sensitive skin behind her knees moments before he licks her from the bottom of her. She stepped through into the loft and faced Damien.Damien recognized her. He stood naked and powerful, his dark-brown hair giving him a dark, rugged, bad boy vibe. He had the body and face that women panted after. At his feet lay his newest victims, a light-skinned African-American and a gorgeous Hispanic. Blood scented the air."I tried to save you," Aurora said as she strode across the loft, her head shaking at his victims. I will keep you from becoming a complete monster. "This has to stop.. The agency was always evaluating new equipment and procedures and more than willing to use it.Special agent Kevin Parks was the manager of the agency hangar and research team stationed at Morton Field. After the Atlantic 709 issues had gone away, Hanna's station ran the rescue clips again in a different news slot; Kevin had seen them.Friday morning when we were loading the chopper for rescue training, a Gator made a bee line from the agency hangar straight to me."Are you doing another rescue?".