As I rose up, my hands slowly traced their way up her sweat covered, goose-bumped skin. Coming face to face with her, she grabbed my shirt and pulled ...e into her. Pushing her mouth onto mine, her tongue darted down my throat. Her mouth and tongue then started to clean my lips and chin of her honey. Holding her, I could tell she was coming down from her high."Fuck Matthew," was the first spoken word she had spoken, as I started to unbutton my shirt."More?" she then said in a questionable tone.. As I got cleaned up I heard noise in the kitchen. I wanted to shower before the day started but I wanted to say hello to Robbyn first and make sure she was okay after last night. I pulled up my pajama pants, put on a modest t-shirt and walked out. I walked into the kitchen and said “good morning” as Robbyn came into view standing at the sink. I froze and couldn’t move. Robbyn glanced at me then back down to the sink and froze. She was washing her toys. She had the dong I gave her and one I. It obviously wasn't as strong as the first time, but I wanted sex — had to have it. That ... that... bastard made a slut out of me." Tina," Frank said very quietly as he squatted in front of her. "I opened that drink in the other room. I could have put anything in it. I obviously didn't, but I could have." But ... but it hissed. I heard it when you opened it. How could..." But then her mind caught up. "You opened it, capped it back and shook it, didn't you?" Yeah. It's an old college trick. You. Moss reminded me of the Dojo’s precept about violence being an act of last resort, something to be used in defense only. As a punishment and to help me realize that discipline was something that I needed to have at all times, I was prescribed a mind-numbing series of exercises to do daily for the next couple of weeks. I guess he figured that if I was too tired out between work and having to do two-hundred push-ups, sit-ups, and jumping jacks every day, that I’d have less energy to even think.