Suddenly, Tamara would be shy and blushing, I would then notice that her tits were leaking, and her nipples were all wet through her shirt. She felt h...miliated and tried to cover up. “No!” was my reply. I wanted to let people see her tits and wet nipples as part of her training in public.I read lots about training and being a Master, but I wanted to know more and wanted to become skilled at it. I needed to be taught, so I could get the real hands on experience and learn more from him. I decided. "No," I assured him. "But this was not supposed to be in my box of oils and now it's on my hand, you have an erection and I hate wasting anything." I paused, looked straight ahead at his cock and smiled. “It would certainly help your stress but I’m not going to wait long for an answer, you know. I would certainly understand if it were too….” He moved his thick cock back into position directly over my hand before I could finish. “awkward for you” I slowly pushed out the last few words of my. “Get out and don’t come back.” Maneuvering through the cold Christmas Eve night to Magdalene House all Tommy thought was, “This better be good. That son of a bitch. Shit, gives me that girl and then takes it away, going on one of his binders.” * * * Detective Halloran was also unwrapping his Christmas present, a can of soup when his phone rang. Not many called him “Detective, Sir, Cop or Kevin”, most addressed him as Halloran. He lived alone in a one-bedroom walk up, which he shared with the. Looking down, Stacy saw a wet patch betweenher legs; she was getting wet just watching the Asian's brutal rape on TV!Biting her lower lip, Stacy thought she heard something coming from the basement.Not a loud noise, just something different . Lookingabout, Stacy grabbed a thick-handled kitchen knife and a large flashlight andopened the door to the basement. Hearing nothing, the buxom blonde warily tried the lights, nothing happened.Turning on the flashlight, she gingerly stepped down the.