The pain and pleasure mix was almost unbearable and as I gasped the panties fell out of my mouth. “My slut, you need to be trained. If I put somethi...g in your mouth, it stays there until I remove it. Do you understand?” I nodded my head quickly in agreement, feeling the juices leak down the insides of my thighs. “I said, do you understand me?” I answered, “Yes, Sir.” “Good,” he answered before gently tracing his finger up the inside of my thigh, through the leaking juices. I wiggled and. ‘They’re auditioning.’ ‘I haven’t sung in a long time,’ she said. ‘Songs don’t come easy anymore.’ ‘Audition, at least. You haven’t performed since you moved here.’ He moved closer to her, touched her cheek with two fingers. ‘It’ll take your mind off stuff.’ ‘I’m fine,’ she nodded. ‘And there are many good singers in the town to light up the concert. I’m not needed.’ ‘Just one song? Please?’ Brandon insisted, hoping she’d agree. But Isabel only shook her head. ‘I can’t.’ She sighed. ‘I can’t. I just love the feel next to my skin. And, my other clothes were replaced as well. No, not with slut clothes but outfits that make me feel like a young woman and not an old maid. So, I was looking at life differently and I was looking at this young man differently, as well.He seemed to be asleep and after I was there a bit, he rolled over, facing me and opened his eyes."Oh, hi, I didn't know anyone was out here. Guess I was asleep," he said groggily."Just been here a few minutes. I'm Roxanne,. "They made me surrender my weapon at security! Said it was a 'new policy' or some such nonsense!" Please have a seat, Donald." Stephanie didn't bother to rise from her chair. "Then we can talk like civilized beings instead of ranting and raving at each other."The DCIS pulled up short, years of training and self-discipline causing his piercing gaze to sweep the room before settling on the face of the President. Collecting the shreds of his dignity, he lowered himself into the only unoccupied.