I had no idea how I knew, but I knew that this was his power that was licking down my stomach, trickling down my spine. He was very different from th... wolves I had run into in the past, stronger for sure, but there was something else. Something was older in him than even what I knew myself to be. My thoughts were pulled away from wondering about who he was when another wave of his power hit me in a downpour. I cried out and bit my lip, unable to stop my hips from moving up, inviting someone I. It was the intention that Slave Girls would live in fear of it being there time to play the ‘village whore’ the most inferior creature residing in Shamelock. The night would take place in the Village Pub ‘The Scarlett Buttock.’ Usually reserved for Masters, slaves would be permitted on these nights – in full uniform, adorning any punishment jewellery, and attached to their Masters by their leash, once having witnessed a public punishment most slave girls would strive at any length to avoid it. "***"Uh, Charles?" Yeah?" Charles responded, looking at Sue curiously."Guys don't hold their books to their chests." Oh hell!" Charles quickly tucked his books back under his arm. "I'm having ahard time keeping all this straight," he groused."You and me both," Sue giggled. "What do you want to do tonight?" I was thinking would could go to dinner and then take a stroll around thepier." Wow, that's majorly romantic! I didn't think you had it in you."Charles blushed. "Well, I've gotten some. I still don’t understand the point of these questions.” “We’re getting to know each other. If I’m going to sleep with you I want to know about you.” “Okay.” “You are Karla’s pet. You’ve eaten her pussy, come in her mouth, and fucked her. You don’t mind fucking married women and you think I’m attractive.” “Stunning,” he corrected. “My last session was with Jeremy. He was kind of shy and tentative. I’m ready for someone more self-assured and confident.” “You’re a bit intimidating.” “Put your.