In their haste to escape the teens had forgotten about the micro-chips implanted in their heads.Almost instantly a couple of loud shrieks echoed off t...e walls and the pair of runaways skidded to a halt and started back towards the punishment room at a stumbling run. Despite the fact they stopped a few times to hold their heads and sob in pain, the teens made it back in record time.The master looked amused. He didn’t have to say a word. He pointed a finger at the room where Michael’s mother and. “Good morning, Miss Jackson.” “Mr Whiting, good morning to you, too,” Tasha smiled, curious about Don’s appearance at her front door at this time of day. He was nicely dressed in a suit and tie, clearly on his way to important business. “Fancy a ride?” he grinned. “Of course,” Tasha said as Don opened the door for her. Once inside the back seat of the luxury car, Tasha noticed that Sharon was in the driver seat, behind the wheel. “And good morning to you, Mrs Whiting.” Sharon peered at her from. The man holding her was Indian,.. older and she could see he was big and very strong!.. The heels of her hands were scratched dirty and bruised, her knees had fared better as her pull up thigh high stockings were of some protection. She was able to breath again, as he let loose of her throat, but the stinging slaps to her face had left her cheeks burning with tears in her eyes , and her ears still ringing! Then he lifted her straight up to where her toes were just barely touching the ground, by. Then she was getting up. But I wouldn’t let her go. I didn’t want to break the trance we were in. I was looking straight into her eyes.We both were aware of what was coming. I was pulling her closer to me, caressing her naked back. We both were breathing hard, there was a spark when our lips touched. There was hunger in us which escalated when we were exploring each other’s mouth.Our tongues feeling each other’s thirst. Our kiss was a never-ending desire longing for each other. We broke the.