“They are way too fucking close to the compound,” Murph said, taking out his phone. Texting Squad Leader Ludlow, Murph considered relocating Morga... to another residence. The Center was a prime target for attack.“If they could take us they would have already done it when they attacked the grain barn. They are weak, trying to stay under the radar like fucking roaches,” CGB replied.Murph’s phone buzzed with a text back from the Squad Leader Ludlow: ‘Asleep, no attempts to leave.’Murph smiled,. "There my little slave, is that better?," Mistress D. asked. I could only moan positively.She chuckled as I heard again the sound of her high heeled boots on the basement tile floor as she moved closer to me.Though prevented from seeing her because of the blindfold sewn into the leather hood, Mistress D. moved so she was at the head of the bondage table I was secured to, so that she was standing next to my hooded head.She leaned downward, unzipping the front of her black vinyl cat suit, her. I’ve never heard anything like it. Each one, on his or her own, said it was pointless for you to take finals. You demonstrated mastery in class far beyond anything they hoped to impart. And they marveled at your finals and papers for the fall semester. ‘As much as they knew of you and expected of you, they were awed by your work. ‘So, the first part of what I have to say to you is congratulations. You have finished all your coursework for your Ph.D. and all you have to do is defend your. I tell you it is a surprise but I am sure you will find it interesting. As you start to question more I slip off my shoe and lift my foot between your legs and press my toes against your pussy and you quickly forget about where we are going next. You try to look like nothing is going on as I continue to tease you and I tell you to spread your legs wider and that for the rest of the night you will do what ever I tell you to do. We give each other a special smile we both understand and you slowly.