We played a little at her place when I took her home, usually had a cup of tea, she was a tea drinker, and then I’d head home and cook me something ...imple before going to bed.It was Saturday, June 23rd, ‘95. It had been a year since I’d last seen the bad guys in Phoenix. Did I still hate them? Good question. I think it would have been a better question to ask if I gave a damn about them. The answer, my answer, would be that no, I did not give a damn.But I was working and Hank would be taking. She explained that it was no big deal since the college wanted to run her through some tests to figure out her placement in classes. Cathy was acting pretty nonchalant about it but I could tell it was all a put on. She was excited down deep but had to maintain an air of serene normalcy. It finally got to her and an animated discussion erupted around the table.The next day I picked Cathy up at school and we made a bee line for a burger place for lunch. She was wiggling around in her seat showing. .and would allow me much more time to devote to their special usage.I was in charge of a staff of twenty female employees...I insisted on women as guards and as treatment therapists...I knew that my efforts would be far more fruitful devoid of the intimidating presence of male personnel. The women were expert in all the skills needed, and would be invaluable in molding the captive women into the sexual servants that the leader invisioned.I had made it clear to my staff when I arrived that. Again she bucked on the desk but he held her down and fucked her deep. Squealing and throwing her head around she still managed to beg for it harder. Now she was screaming through her massive orgasm as it shook her to the core. She had lost control of herself as her orgasm ripped through her body. As her cunt muscles tried to grip his pounding cock he could feel he was going to cum. He stabbed into her and when his balls let loose he quickly pulled out and shot all over her belly. The void made.