After some bad-tempered exchanges with the Institute's porter, were we able to enter the building and force our way into Sir Bristow's office. He was ...nnoyed at being disturbed. We in our turn were angered by what we saw as the disruptive influences of his assistant.I wasted no time in coming directly to the point in hand. "I am sorry, Sir Bristow, I must insist that you rein in the activities of your personal assistant." Insist, Sir? Insist? I am not sure I appreciate such language. Ms Mbute. "I'm commanding the only woman I've ever loved, to come over here and kiss me."She didn't just kiss me, she wrapped herself around me, her tongue was like a serpent in my mouth, exploring, lapping up my saliva, sucking my own tongue. It had been eleven months, I'd masturbated like any typical teenager, but every time I'd climaxed there'd been only one picture in my mind, and now she was back in my arms."Take me to bed, Terry," she breathed into my mouth, and together we walked hand in hand up. With the chest brought down and put on a coffee table, he began rummaging through till he found the documents he needed, as part of his search he pulled out a stack of old german (i think) porno magazines.I had seen top shelf type mags before Fiesta, etc but these were much harder.They were mostly BDSM, which at the time I had never seen the like of, young hairy girls having most uncomfortable things done to them and i remember vividly how amazed i was looking at stretched holes and cum covered. 'I don't think they will, either of them,' she said at last. 'By now, they'll be deep in their little private worlds, and when we take them from their sties they'll conclude they're about to released.' I said nothing. I was recognising the truth of what she'd said about the 'little private worlds' of our guests. When I visited them between feeds, I would find them lying peacefully in the mud of their sties, grunting softly in mindless contentment in perfect imitation of the creatures they were.