"What about women not being athletic again?" asked Claire in a demanding tone."Excuse me?" asked the guy."No I will not excuse your ignorance now expl...in yourself!" said Claire."Well women are just not that athletic overall," said the guy."I bet right now I could beat you down and your "athleticism" won't save you." said Claire in an angry tone."Wow my gender studies class is going to be a crazy ride if we have students like you in there," said the guy laughing."I am the professor and I have. " She climbs off and hangs the whip on a post of the bed and as I find my feet are bound too, I call out, "Master? What's your name? Where am I?' She stops and turns, piercing me with those emerald windows and says with a smile, "I'm your Master. You're in my dungeon pet. We'll see how you do with more of my games..." She walks out as I start to struggle against my bonds and I wonder, "Who the hell am I? Why is she doing this to me? And how am I going to escape... If I want to." * I walk out of. She said she had never felt so wicked or sexually alive as when he pushed her back and mounted her like a stud horse claiming a brood mare that was his by right. She had orgasmed twice while Melvin had fucked her. When he came he had pulled out of her, walked around his desk to where her head had been, pushed his cock at her mouth and had told her to suck him hard and she had done it. When he was stiff he moved back around the desk, pulled her up, turned her around and bent her over the desk. The primary problem was that Sir Henry had lost all interest in mundane requirements for food and drink and mostly consumed only tea and unsweetened crackers. His gaunt body moved with slow determination wherever he directed it and his speech was limited both in quantity and volume as if the effort to form a word was far too distracting for his innermost thoughts.Honey was upset at the removal of her old handler because she felt the need to operate in Nazi-occupied France without a firm order.