There was a cadre of trainers ... I didn’t have to do it myself. Not that I wasn’t in there working during the drills. Nope ... I prided myself on...the fact I could do anything they could do. Not only that ... I Would do it with them. I was even learning to COOK! Imagine that!What Eventually HappenedDavid insisted one more time than I refused.Arrangements were made that didn’t suit everybody ... but ... at least ... the militia took over at the island ... David and I were off on another. “Give me your seed,” she whispered through dry lips.“I don’t understand,” I said while fumbling with my phone.“Your cock, take it out.”I dropped the phone and looked into her eyes. They were unfocused, and the pupil so dilated I couldn’t see the colour of her eyes. They were just black holes.“I don’t understand,” I said.With her final strength, she dug her nails into my jeans, and I heard how they cut through the fabric. She grabbed hold of my cock and using it as leverage she pulled herself. ?" So I offer myself to Mr Stainforth." she asked bluntly."Yes." he replied. "The tray is on the trolley outside, and he is in the green room to the left."Michelle stood up, brushed the crumbs from her pubic hair and slipped the black uniform on, it barely covered her sex, the cleavage reached her navel and barely contained her elegant though hardly oversized breasts and she posed seductively, yet coldly and sarcastically for M.Gerard before she walked from the room, grasped the tray and set. "Sir, Ma'am," she began. This elicited a grin from Marie. "I really enjoyed what we did last night. I'm a little concerned that I never thought for a minute about using my safeword. Should you be pushing me harder than you have, or am I some kind of slut? I mean, I have had some pretty lurid fantasies, but I never dreamed that I'd actually act any of them out. Here I am, you tied me up and just took me, last night, and I loved it, every minute of it! It's one thing to imagine something, and.