He blushed a bit as he replied, “Well, no not really, I took a little liberty with the term writer. I have written several books but, unfortunately,...none have been published.”“Well, I’m sure you are very close to getting published.”“Well thank you, I hope you are correct. So, what is your story?”She sat up straight, “Well I’m a freshman at Georgetown, and I am working toward a degree in accounting.”He kind of squinted at her and said, “Well your accent is unique, not from around these parts, I. . gripping my arms tight... lifting me off the chair. It's the brute. I want to shout and punch him. He is gentle as he starts to undress me... I am horrified but I can barely hold up my head to protest. I think I am naked... I feel naked. The maid and the brute, beauty and the beast, are doing something to me, to my body and face... is it make-up. I smell something sweet. Someone touched me down there... rubbed something there. I am in and out of consciousness. When I finally wake up, my head. She then trimmed them and gave them a nice curved shape. Jasonwatched everything she was doing, trying to learn."Don't worry," Kelly said. "You'll be back regularly like a good girl." You're going to love what I do," the technician, a bubbly young woman,said. "I've never worked on a man like you before so I'll make sure youhave the girliest nails every time I see you."Jason offered a standard-issue "But-".......However, inside he wassecretly grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Yes, he was being. The moment he closed the door behind us he forced me against the wall, grinding himself against me. “Tonight you might just get my face between your legs slut." He let go of me and casually sat down on his large couch. “Come put your mouth to work Caroline, I like having you choke on me." With that I walked over and got to work. I unzipped and pulled off his pants and briefs and took his balls in my mouth. I knew what he wanted but I wanted to get my own back. I started slow, putting pressure.