He needed to see as well as hear her reaction to what he had to say."Yes, it is Lana. That's why all my concubines that I have selected so far live wi...h me, and they follow all the rules that they will have to follow up there, down here. It serves a couple of purposes, number one; it gets them used to being a slave. They will have no rights up there, none whatsoever. I can punish them for breaking the rules, and for some rules I have no choice, I must punish them." I'll give you an extreme. “I am so sorry about that.” He said, his beautiful eyes filling with remorse. “I feel so bad” he went on. “Oh its not your fault. Some people are just fucked-up like that.” I said, hoping he would take notice to my adult choice of words. “But still, I want to make it up to you. How about I find us a cab. I’ll pay.” He offered. “ Oh no. Its okay the next train comes in about 45 minutes I can wait.” I said. Chances finding a cab in New York at eight o’clock in the evening were about the same as. I go to the elevator and hes in the first one, i get in and excuse myself so i get over to him hes in the back with his back to the wall, i say hi and grab his dick outside his pants and i rub it gently before i turn around, wishing i was taller, im rubbing myself against his dick, feeling his hands on my hips suddenly i feel him undoing my zipper in my skirt, i look around, but no one seems to be looking he holds my skirt with one hand and the other hes feeling on my underwear, stroking my. "Jesus." she finally spoke. "Am I a great fuck or what."Jenny and I laughed out loud. "Yes Marisa, you are a great fuck. That was the most intense fuck of my life." I told her.* * * *Post Script (for those who care):I did have a hard time explaining to Cheryl coming home from work late on a Friday, shaved from my beard on down. I told her I was going to enter a local body-building competition, and needed the look. I avoided naming the day-spa that did the work on me. To give credence to the.