God. I am so jealous. This guy Jason does not know how lucky he was. Cynthia was wearing a mask and lying back, letting the other two take the lead. T...e submissive was clearly Hers, even though she spent most of her time with the tall one. There was a sorry scene in progress. Some wannbe had hired a hooker to play submissive. It was just sad.Anyway, Miss Martel pushed Mistress Cynthia forward. It was like some kind of test. It took a couple of prods, but the scene was so sad. Mistress Cynthia. ? She?she killed him, Guenther.? I need to do something.?? She wrung her hands, and watched Petra like akitten with a mouse, wondering if it would be allowed to pounce.? The captive, for her part, was strugglinganew, reeking of fear of a new assault.? ??????????? Guentherpaused, and a look of distaste crossed his face.? ?Very well.? We?ve promised to teach you everything, afterall?and we need another Guard experienced with this.? By dawn you?ll have lost your appetite, andI?d rather you regret. She's still struggling, but her movements seem to have another purpose now -- the way she twists and squirms on the table, her ass, grinding vehemently against the rough, wooden surface. During the next break, I decide to give her a little more time to catch her breath. For a moment the poor girl thinks the tickling is over. She lies there groaning, taking in gulps of much needed oxygen, rivers of sweat rolling off her body. Her hopes are quickly dashed when she sees me looking down at her. I… I just don’t know what to do.”The exhaustion was thick in her voice now. I could literally see the pain and tiredness on her face and hear it in her voice. Abby paused for a long moment. And then, she took a deep breath and let it out. She took another deep breath, and then she spoke.“Here is what I want. This isn’t a negotiation. This isn’t up for discussion. At any point, you want to stop you can leave, both of you, and don’t come back. But if you stay, then you need to make this right for.