She winced and he struck again, making her cry out. He traced the tails gently across her cheeks and struck her again and again. She cried out, but sh... didn't want it to stop. She could feel the wetness dripping from between her legs, down to his crisp, clean sheets.He was taking his time, striping her skin, gently caressing her in between his carefully designed decorations. She couldn't wait for him to fuck her. He was teasing her. He leaned over and whispered into her ear, "You need that. " Brent sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking at his cards but not seeing them. He finally looked up at the patient face of his friend and began to tell him the story of yesterday's bombshell. Walter's face mirrored the shock and pain of Brent's discovery and he shook his head afterwards."I'd never have guessed Jeanette would ever do anything like that," he said. "It's so uncharacteristic of her. What got into her? Have you talked to her?" No ... not yet. It just happened yesterday and. Even after I'm gone, it will always be there." Uhhhnnn..." Laura moaned loudly as she felt herself drowning in pleasure from Nyssa's words."No matter how much you control your new slave-to-be, you'll always remember that you're my little toy." She laid her hand lightly on Laura's head. "Mmm, oh yes, I can sense it... you're reveling in the power I gave you... you're having so much fun with little Marcie, aren't you?" Yes, Mistress," Laura moaned. "She's a-almost mine... by the weekend, I'll. Can you just go with the flow and not try to make it all make sense?”“Yes. Can you tell me what your goal is?”“To gather as much information as possible. This is complicated by the fact that I have no idea what I’m looking for.”“So how will you know if you find it?”“In this kind of situation it’s usually reading my notes over and over, looking for patterns, threads, and commonalities. Often it will reveal itself.”“And you think I hold the keys?”“I hope so. I don’t think anyone else knows as.