I’m a man, and I won’t apologize for it.” I chuckled and asked, “Remind me of his philosophy as to why he refuses to suspend someone? He’s a...flake.”“He’s not a flake. He’s a master of the art of gentle rope bondage. He only teaches and practices floor-ties to keep everyone grounded,” she smiled like a cat that was about to pounce on an unsuspecting canary. “And” she paused a moment and stared me down to ensure she had my complete attention, “I find him charming and very cute. He’s asked me many. He told me to bend my knees and then let them flop open. I was nervous, but I did as I was told. He used his hand first and slapped my pussy. He had to slap my thighs as well as I kept folding them in a vain attempt to avoid the blows. “Next time I am going to tie you down, slut. Stay still.” I stayed as still as I could, but my clit was throbbing from both the stings and the arousal I felt looking into Master’s eyes and he focused on his work, tattooing his fingerprints on the clit he was. She smiled up at me and said my name quietly. "I hope we can be friends," she almost whispered.I admired her long neck, arched back, tiny waist and heart-shaped bottom. She seemed to have been sewed into her dress, it fit so well. Her soft mouth begged to be kissed, to be chewed and bruised."I'm sure," I said, tucking her arm in mine, my brain congealed and my thought on one thing only and hoping I was not going to come before my time as I rubbed my elbow against her firm breast and smiled,. Shame she's deformed otherwise I'd keep her formyself, just for a little while," Simon chuckled."We need to start working on her now Simon, no time for fun." Markgritted his teeth.Simon turned away and followed the dispersing crowd into the gloom."Now you've got Simon using personal pronouns to describe this thing!"Christina shook Jennifer and gave Mark a scornful look."Let's go." Mark and Christina led Jennifer to her cell.Jennifer looked around the room and was surprised to see that it.