Then he left me with a wink and a thumb up to my trial to tame the tigress with my charms. I watched my newest pupil for a while. He or she couldn't b... possibly much over ten but the presence was rather that of confidence than c***dish innocence. The hair displayed the colour of a fiery red, the eyes reflected a defiant deep amber, and the thin lips appeared as if sewn together. »If you would like to escape the rod of the law for your thievery and decide to stay in service until I pronounce you. Now as to the implants, that’s rather complicated. Where do you want me to start?” He laughed.“Where ever you want.” I laughed.“So at the end of the Civil War President Grant needed some assassins to clean up his loose ends. He hired a, I guess you would have to call him a Russian Mystic. Well Sensei had his own ideals on what it took to be a group of assassins and set us up with his take on the Hashshashin. You know that group of fanatics that Genghis Khan wiped out in the 13th Century. And by. To begin with, he is in his late 60’s with muscular built as he used to work a lot in the field. Taller than me and kind towards me always from the beginning. He visited me one day when I was at home correcting half yearly papers of tenth standard kids. He called me from the bus stand and asked me if I was home. I said yes.We never had any personal shared moments before but this happened. He knocked on the door and asked me how I was doing. He asked about his grandson and son. I said everything. My fingers trembled as I pulled back on each of my pussy lips, exposing myself to His watchful gaze.Master stepped back and leaned His shoulder against the wall. “I am waiting little one!”“I…I…oh God, please Sir!, I can’t!” I sobbed.“Who owns you?”“You do, Sir.”“Then GO!”“I can’t!”“When I hear can’t I hear I won’t. Are you telling me you refuse to obey Me?”“No, no, no Sir! I….I do obey You, but this…this, is so…”“So, what, love? So private?”“YES!”“So you’re telling Me you are going to hide.