She spent literally hours, trying to get Cat to talk, cry, show some reaction. She continually broke down, and murmurs of a teary ‘You poor girl’ ...ould waft from the kitchen or the utility room. For her part, Cat didn’t repulse her, accept her or in any other way show that she really even noticed Jane’s attempts. The only difference I noticed was that she never seemed to mind Jane’s occasional hugs. And for her part and to her credit, Jane didn’t seem to be too badly daunted by her obvious. He was going to **** me. He was going to take that final step."I was squeezing her hands. It had been so long since I thought of all of this. I pushed it away for so long and now it all came back to me. We both sat there, crying."But my mother saved me. Through all the screams and tears I heard this noise behind me and he just let me go. When I turned around I saw her standing there with that rock statue we had on our table, covered in blood. He was lying dead still on the floor. Everything was. It was inscrutiating the pleasure. I wanted to beg him but I was scared to. I was still learning these rules of being his Submissive. And I broke the most rules during sex because my mind didn't want to listen to reason or rules when I felt this good. “Tell me what you want Erin. Tell me like I have taught you”. Shyly and slowly I opened my mouth to speak, I wasn't used to this kind of talk and it embarrassed me. “Please Sir, please use me”. “More Kitten, convince me to give it back to you.”. She was a kindly older woman with graying hair and her glasses on a chain. The classic librarian type. She smiled to Brooke and asked, “Can I help you, dear?” Brooke smiled back and replied, “I need to speak with Mr. Blevins, please.” “Ok, dearie, let me buzz him, I don’t think he’s very busy this morning.” Brooke thanked her and took a seat to wait. It wasn’t very long afterwards that Mr. Blevins came out to greet her. He was exactly as she remembered him. Around six feet tall and a muscular.