Harry had nailed them down in her stomach. The pain had, anyway. The passion in Mirriam’s voice as she remembered this man ... this man who wouldn�...t marry her ... was still fresh and deep. It was obvious that Mirriam still remembered her love for him. Agatha wondered what that was like too.“It wasn’t like that with Harry and me.” It was out of her mouth before she realized it.“I’m so sorry,” said Mirriam. It was an automatic response. But it was also an opening ... the kind of opening many. No time to even venture a guess as Master had me do the cleaning up, make breakfast and quickly dress for my day.“When you get home this afternoon, I will have new treats in store for you my lovely sex slave”. I smiled at him and waved good bye just as normal responsible professional adults would do in the morning. I walked to work thinking the exercise would give me time to relax and compose myself. I walked lightly, feeling the breeze and tingle between my legs and knowing I could do nothing. Hadn't I gone on about this before? How they all looked so different, but in the end they worked the same. How they could one minute fill with need, and the next release any urgency with one long flood. And then it was over. The man could zip up his pants, though still feel foggy, and whistle and go back to life. So much like their cocks. What they desperately needed one minute, the next they entirely forgot.His cum was still warm inside me and he was ready to leave. Hadn't he been the one to. She looks at me, she's completely lost her mind. She looks wild. I notice a strange ring of red around her flaming blue Daemon eyes. 'What is that?' A disjointed, coherent part if my mind wonders, although I ignore it and I keep mouthing sorry.She notices my mouthed apologies and takes her nails and runs them on either side of my face splitting my cheeks. My jaw flops down useless as she cuts the tendons. I see her need to finish this growing. I won't be alive much longer. I'm in pieces now..