"Add oil. Just a little. Let it heat up."Faye did, brandishing a spatula like a samurai sword. She poured somebatter into the hot oil.Soon, a burning ...mell started, the acrid burn smelled sour. Faye flippedit. There was a black mass. Faye made a face."You probably have the flame up too high. It's okay. The first onealways comes out badly," Bobbie said, drinking coffee, still feeling theabnormality of both her breasts and her coffee cup doubling in size.Faye seemed to concentrate on the frying. Slowly your body falls back to the bed, pleasure radiating from your body. Your captor basks in your glow, feeding off the energy from your orgasm. Time passes as you relax sinking into the mattress. You struggle at your bonds, thinking it must be over..."no, no, no, no...we're not through here yet. Once is never enough. One is only the beginning" A moan escapes your lips anticipation riddles your body every nerve on end waiting to see what will happen next......every nerve is standing on end.. But please, call me Master."I looked around the house and it was beautiful. The floors were hardwood with a lush red carpet. The walls were paneled with what looked like red wood. At one end of the main room was a large grand staircase. A huge fire was roaring in the fireplace."You look simply chilled. And your clothes are soaked. Why don't you go warm up by the fire while I find you something to wear and something to eat. Does that sound nice?" Yes, thank you." Thank you...what?" I stammered. I can't believe we did this, but it was one of the best experiences I've had...of this kind, I mean." She was going shy on me again. After all we've been through, she still averted her eyes when she spoke to me. She was absolutely, painfully adorable and I knew there was no way I could possibly let go. Composing herself, rearranging her disheveled clothes and hair, I finally released the stuck elevator. People were starting to get annoyed, pounding on the doors, asking questions that were.