.six strokes I thought."Six things wrong Madame," I answered."Wrong Davina," she commented.I was lost, what had I missed? She let me suffer wracking m... brains foran answer; in the end she put me out of my misery."You will receive twelve strokes....." The ones you no doubt missed. Not calling me Madame at the door,leaving before you were fully instructed, being thirty seconds late,kissing my shoes without being asked, being too slow to answer aquestion from your superior. The final stroke will. "Oh sorry," Adam released his lips for a second. "I just need to use the bathroom."Daniel smiled, "Ok baby." He placed Adam back down to the ground and watched his barely pantied ass wiggle away."Fucking tape," swore Adam. Removing it quickly and suddenly realizing why he had shaved.When he returned to the room Daniel had stripped to his boxers. Adam stared at the gorgeous beast of a man before him, masculinity oozed from his every pore. His muscles rippled with every movement and he hoped he. He did not want to make a mistake and then have to deal with the consequences. All three were highly qualified in both areas.Cooper and Amelia had come from modest backgrounds. They were paying for their education partly by scholarship, and partly by their part-time work. McKenzie was clearly from a rich, northeastern family. The department chairman had told him she had a very privileged upbringing; she was a descendant of J.P. Morgan, and her father owned a private investment firm, started by. She hummed a tune as she checked my credentials.“You made it trough the qualifiersI Great job! You probably heard this all before, but rules are rules. Gotta brief you anyways. Sorry about that.”She smiled apologetically, coughed once and completely changed her demeanor.“Alright, listen up Dude! The 129th Rasheul great slave tournament features a grand total of 128 combatants. In seven nail biting and chest pounding fights you will have to hack, slash, bite and blow your way to victory in a no.