Maximilian stroked Vanessa's hair and smiled to himself as he imagined her kneeling before him, submitting her being to him and him alone. He leaned f...rward and sniffed her hair, smelling her beautiful scent. She made Max very happy. He could imagine what Vanessa would be like once she had reached the submission phase; it would come once she realises that he is all she has left, that he is the only one who knows that she is still alive. It is all to do with hope. Once she reaches this stage,. Got right to the point. And whatever else the missionaries taught her, it didn't include the missionary position. From behind I took her that first time, with my right hand across her breast, rubbing her nipple, and my left grabbing on to her hip, so her bucking ass didn't knock me out of her. I still remember her cheeks pounding back against my groin. That was even sweeter than the feel of me inside her. Kathleen. Hell of a name. Hell of a woman.Memories. They fill out the nights and make the. She was grunting now, unable to support the weight of the bags as they pulledon her nipples. Finally her came over to her. Her eyes begged him for relief. "You may putyour hands back on your head." He calmly stated. She hesitated for a second, realizing that she would have to let the bagshang, supported only by her tortured nipples. "Now!" she heard him shout. Knowing that she had just earned a punishment,she quickly released the bags and clasped her hands behind her head. The painwas intense. I noted its position so I knew where to look in the room when I returned to it.Climbing back up the ladder and closing the trap door, I followed the small tube to where it branched out. Following one, it lead to the air vent above the bed. I followed the other one and it led to the air vent above the ensuite.Satisfied that I had found something, I exited the cavity space and returned to the monitor room. I felt around the desk and cupboards where the inlet pipe entered the room, and found a.