You are standing in the middle of the room dressed in a tight black pvc waspie, matching thigh boots, collar, arm length gloves, a riding crop in one ...and and a wide slave collar in the other. You are wearing a large black strap-on and on the bed are various sex toys, dildo’s, butt plugs, etc. You tell me to strip and place the collar around my neck – tight. My cock and balls are already tied tight with my latex strap (put on before I knocked on your door) You then tell me to show you what I. I can feel my wetness soaking through my undies.I look at you then her. She gets up off the desk and grabs my hand to stand. I stand and she bends me over the desk with my ass in the air. I look back at her and slides her hands up the back of my legs over my butt and grabs the waist of my panties and slides them down my legs and I step out of them. They are soaked. I turn my head and look at you. Curious as to what is going to happen next. I see you move behind me and I sigh as I feel you slide. Trust me to hate for both of us and forget yourself.’ Majgen looked at Baglian, and studied his emanations. ‘Yes. Femaron Baglian can hate for both of us.’ She closed her eyes, shut down her senses, and focused on her memory of Baglian hating the caught yijejo. ‘Femaron Baglian will hate for me, I am not essential.’ Majgen meditated on that meaning until she no longer felt her own hate. ‘I am not essential.’ She began to open her senses. ‘HE KILLED MY PARENTS!’ The primary emotion, her true. ‘After all these years, I still know how to make you cum, Krystal. But, today, I’m not going to let you cum. Well, maybe not. Maybe I’ll feel merciful at some point. But I’m not full of mercy at the moment.’ I moved around her front, leaned against the door, and began playing with both of her tits, while I looked at her flushed face again. Her eyes were still straight ahead at the (now closed) door, unable to track down to where my face was, close to eye level to those magnificent globes. ‘I.