You are a mistress of the first order, and should be seen as one. It is my role to ensure that everyone else sees that as well. Parade me, display me,...whip me, use my mouth, my tongue, my fingers, my holes; I am yours until my collar comes off, and only you will decide when that will be." Stay in your seat until I let you out."Gretchen got out of the car, wiping her eyes as she walked so that Nina would not see the tears that had formed with her statement of devotion. She loved this woman. Dawn knew exactly what she had to do. The tentacle that squirmed out of Aurora's mouth was the feeding kind and Dawn's body has currently storing a lot of sperm. The woman went down to her knees, mirroring her sister, and opened her mouth.“Please feed from me, my master.”The echo in the room allowed Brett to clearly hear Dawn's words. She was definitely calling that creature “master”, and she was planning to feed him somehow.Dawn let the tentacle into her mouth and slowly moved forward until it. If we didn't know about the raid on Scott's place, how come they are all of a sudden breaking electronic silence, now?" Brenda asked in a confused voice."Obviously, you are unfamiliar with departmental politics young lady," his lordship said."What do you mean" She asked. I was confused too."You say you didn't have any or could find any warnings or electronic messages concerning the raid on Scott? That would fit with someone higher inside the agency playing a power game. Then we have. Land of the Empowered Man-Haters. All these inequities were things I noticed right off the bat. In Britain, there are a few shelters for male victims of domestic abuse. In America, there are none. In Britain, the government funds special educational programs to help male students do better in their educational endeavors. In America, there is no such thing because American women don’t give a damn about their men. American mothers don’t care about their husbands or their sons. Why? Simply.