As he bent over he heard Ashley give a low growl, “Damn, what an ass!” Finally covered, he turned back to face her and was surprised by the change...in her demeanor. Whereas before she had been comforting but playful she now looked more serious and very eager. She took a step toward him and he automatically took a step back.“As your R.A. of course I can’t have sex with you, it’s in the rulebook, but maybe I could just have taste,” Ashley seemed to be talking more to herself than to Jason,. She could feel it building in her body and tried to hold it back. The shame of being publicly driven to orgasm by a flogging was almost too much for her to bear. As the orgasm approached, she began crying "No, no, no." The crowd could hear her as she wailed, "This can't be happening. This can't be happening."The German wielding the whip could also hear her and could clearly see her state of intense arousal. As she approached her peak, he moved so that he was directly behind her, and. I moved her hand higher without resistance, held it firmly against my rod and leaned toward her. With my nose in her ear, my warm breath pulsed it and my tongue licked her lobe as I responded, “I hhhreally don’t know, and I ssssuddenly don’t care.” She tilted her head to yield complete access to her delicate ear, smiled, and watched her husband’s hand vanish under Sue’s skirt. His hand began slowly pistoning into the gaping shadow that was Sue’s groin and Sue lost track of the song. Words were. We in our turn were angered by what we saw as the disruptive influences of his assistant.I wasted no time in coming directly to the point in hand. "I am sorry, Sir Bristow, I must insist that you rein in the activities of your personal assistant." Insist, Sir? Insist? I am not sure I appreciate such language. Ms Mbute is a valued employee of the Institute. She has done nothing of which the Institute would disapprove, I am sure."It was clear that his opinion of his assistant was completely.