I finally lean across the table and tell you how sexy you look in a skirt and bite my bottom lip and tell you how bad I want to taste you. I see you b...ush and squirm slightly in your seat as you tell me that is all you have been thinking about all day. We finish dinner and invite you to come back to my place. As we are in the car home, I whisper in your ear how bad I want to taste you as we hold hands both our hearts racing. You discreetly reach under your skirt and push your fingers inside you. “Now it’s my turn” she said as she pushed me back. She crawled her way up to me in the sexiest way possible, if I wasn’t already fucking her, that would’ve given me good incentive to start. She mounted me and sat down full force on my cock, then rocked her hips in a circular motion. She closed her eyes tight and bit her bottom lip as I pinched both her nipples through my fingers. Just the sight of her doing that made me want to fuck her harder, but she controlled the pace with her hands pushing. As Aukse pointed out, a girl must be pleasing to all five senses...it's time for you to learn to be pleasing to the ear." For the next three hours, while Aukse drilled the girls in their routine exercises, I sat in the sitting room with Madame Olga, learning to speak as a girl would, and also learn my "cover story", in case any questions should be asked of me directly. As a prop, I was also given a romance novel I was instructed to be pretending to read when the soldiers arrived in. He moved it up to his right manacle. He could just make out the lock. The key was facing the wrong way. He turned it and pressed it against the metal. It scraped and slid against the manacle as he struggled to find the lock.“Come on,” Damien growled. His head throbbed. His stomach growled. He needed blood.He could smell blood outside. Humans stirred in the neighborhood. His tongue licked his lips. Hearts beat, only faint murmurs. Damien heard them through walls and distance. The beats called to.