. what? I ... I think...” I stammered before I paused and silently cursed myself for how dumb I sounded at that moment. After mentally slapping myse...f on the face, I asked, “What are you saying?”Her voice trembled a bit as she whispered, “I’m saying ... God ... I’ve been trying not to ... but I’m falling for my workout buddy.”I found myself overloaded at that moment. The headache, the semi-rejection because of my disability ... again ... the fact that I was still kind of hungry, the fact that I. Michael smirked, “If you don’t want it”, he started, “then I will put it away”. Michael reached down and started zipping up his fly. “No”, Amanda pleaded, “plus, let me suck your cock, I need to”. “Very well”, Michael said as he pulled his fly back down, “take off that shirt though, I want to see those tits Ms. President”. Amanda was unsure for a second but then began to unbutton her blouse, when she was finished she removed her bra revealing her perfectly shaped breasts. Amanda couldn’t. She realized then what she had missed above all else since arriving in the Urisi Nation: the sound of her own name.The Slavemaster cast a look of icy steel into her eyes, as if disappointed that he did not have the excuse to walk away from her. He stepped back. "Submit."Amanda lowered her hands and dropped to her knees, then to all fours. Every movement was fluid and automatic, with little forethought or volition. She slid her hands forward and stretched out her arms, until her face touched the. This one was dressed in just a thong and heels. The thong was a white leather and she had a matching collar around her neck. Attached to it was a small pendant with a name I couldn’t see etched into it. She looked at us and immediately bowed her head and moved out of the way. I followed her through a very narrow and dim hallway. It seemed to go on forever before hitting a saircase and then we reapeated the process, until we were on what I think was a 5th floor. “These hallways were built.