”“I’ll be there in a few minutes, but I need to visit the prisoners for a few minutes and let them talk me into throwing them into ‘that there...briar patch.’”Everyone but Barbara was puzzled at Grant’s comment, but no one asked about it. Barbara, on the other hand, caught her self softly singing, “Zippidy do da, zippidy day,...”Grant entered the makeshift brig at the same time their food was delivered, and said, “Eat up gentlemen, because this might be our last meal together.”Frightened by. Plenty of time to return to my body later, I thought, andfor now I felt the very pleasurable sensation of Sula's undulating rumpmoving all over my face, chest and legs (At least that's how it felt!) asshe walked, hips swaying, into the bathroom."Inside, Slave!"I sawherkickmybody in the rump."There's a list of instructions and equipment waiting for you. Whenyou've finished carrying out all your written orders, you may await mysummons!"I wondered what instructions my enslaved body would read and. Hearing those words makes me want to do the same a thousand times over. I suppose everyone has a phrase or two that sends them reeling. That's one of mine. Unable to control my urges, I suck at his fingers now, my way of begging for more. I push forward on his hand until I hit that spot again, and feel my eyes tear up. I hope that he can't see that, I don't want him to stop, and I am afraid I'll look like I'm crying."Ok now, that's enough... " he tells me, and slips his fingers out of my mouth.. “Any weekend plans?” You asked. “Maybe just a few drinks.” I said, coolly. You turned and smirked at me playfully. “Just a few drinks?” The lift doors opened. “No public sexual activity then? Or is that more of a weekday activity?”My mouth dropped open and you laughed, stepping out of the lift and leaving me there dumbfounded. I had hoped that you would never bring it up, my cheeks burned in embarrassment and I groaned as the lift doors closed again to return to the ground floor. I wanted to.