There was some negotiation of limits andwhatnot. I won?t outline that all here, as it would take far too long anddoubtless you want to move on to the ...ood stuff. I don?t blame you. Suffice tosay that over the course of the weekend, she was to obey all instructions,refer to me as Master Wyl or Sir, and had a safeword. With that, it was time tobegin the weekend?s fun. But first things first, I was starving. I had herserve dinner, however, when she put hers at a spot on the table next to me,. I'd resisted at first, thinking it was just another chick flick until I was advised by a work colleague to read the reviews. It seemed it had some pretty hot scenes in it. According to him, after he'd taken his wife to see it she'd almost ****d him when they got back home. That would do for me. It had been a while since my wife had let me touch her intimately. Maybe I would get lucky tonight.I got past my wife and was about half way along the aisle when I saw the people at the end stand up. An. The nameless maid sponged the withered limbs clean, then massaged them vigorously to provoke a flow of fresh blood. May whined as her twisted limbs made prickly complaints upon being awakened from their long sleep. She wished this part of the ritual was unnecessary, and that her now useless arms could just be bound up permanently. But the maid knew the occasional relief and massage were necessary to prevent the onset of potentially lethal gangrene.When she was done, she powdered the sickly. God, the silence in the classroom was excruciating. Luella walked back to her seat slowly, while the awkward atmosphere bit into me. The teacher was staring at me somewhat accusingly, and then shook her head and continued with the class. I hated english for this very reason – creativeness led to our personal, hormone-filled teenaged lives, and this was never a good thing. After class, Luella was crying. We’d just broken up a few days ago, or I had broken up with her… but really, her drama had.