She managed a reply. ‘Hello, Jason.’ Kim spoke again. ‘I think you may have gained some weight since we last saw each other. Is that right, Jaso...?’ ‘I think so, Miss Kimberly.’ ‘And you’re not very hard. When was your last orgasm?’ ‘Wednesday night, Miss Kimberly.’ ‘Well, I guess I can understand that.’ She turned toward Liz. ‘I didn’t allow Jason to have an orgasm during our weekend. He was considerably harder when the weekend was over. Gregory’s the same way, men have too many orgasms when. I reached the station to catch my return train.I had booked a upper berth and in a sleeper class. I just entered the train and found out my co passengers one of them was a girl and other were guys of different ages. One of the guy sitting next to her was behaving very close to her I tried to avoid contact with her as he was there and not to end up in some nonsense with the guy. As i was tired went to my berth and slept off. By evening i came down as the train was at a station I got down to get. Remembering something said to her the previous night, Barbara lifted it, now wet with her blood, kissed it and said softly, "Thank you, Sir Steven, for helping to make me a better slave." Steve put her on another machine, got her started on the exercises and then left to take a shower.As soon as he was out of the room, Barbara, now lying on her back and pulling weights down from overhead, heard a voice say, "That son of a bitch! I would kick him right in the balls if I didn't love him so damned. Like a prize-fighter entering the ring, a gladiator the arena, or an actor receiving an accolade, the Beast pauses, worshipped, adored and revered, it is about to achieve its goal. Probing exquisite dampness, tentatively touching sensitive tissue,the Beast teases, torments, and restrains from performing its carnal duty. Withholding, the Beast savours the moment and, anticipating impending sensations, gains strength until, incapable of further resistance, it is drawn into a soft, moist, sheath.