Master walks around me and as he does he slips his hand between my legs and laughs. I’m soaked. Looking forward I don’t see the second blow to my ...eft then right boob. Again he gives me ten smacks to each side. I’m moaning so much over my gag as the drool drips out of my mouth but it’s not the only thing dripping. I’m thinking how I hate that my pussy is giving away how turned on I am. Master again feels my cunt, his cunt, stroking it and forcing three fingers inside me. They go in so easily as. I didn?t like the invasion ofprivacy for me, but I was all set to go along. When youstarted to get into Mom?s clothes, that?s when I knew thatI was going to do something. Here it is, little Mia. Youare part of my Masters thesis entitled "Can Love BeCreated."She paused to let that sink in."Last week I started you off on a combination of drugs thatwas designed to weaken your mental resistances. I usedhypnosis on you during the night, and yes Mia, we?ve hadlots of night sessions. During these. Last night was miserable. I'm trying to set up an appointment with a urologist. While I'm thinking of it, would you excuse me while I see if I can get that referral?"She snuggled in close to him while he called his regular doctor's office again. After five minutes with the office manager and ten minutes with the specialist's assistant, he was the proud possessor of a just-canceled appointment. He only had to survive the next five days until the doctor could inspect his privates."Is there. Samer talked about how he likes Croatia, how he was welcomed by me in my apartment (not the dirty welcome story in the apartment, thank God!) and added how he wants to apply for asylum in an other country, Germany. This part I barely managed to translate for the officials because I had been clinging to the smallest bit of hope that he might have changed his mind. The officials agreed of course, probably very happy to get the “Muslim scum” out of our country. But then he added something. He.