She lay motionless, the sun slowly baking her perfectly smooth skin. I could see the fine blonde hairs on her arms, thighs, and the creamy exposed hal... of her ass.My throbbing 7-inch cock poked out of the top of my suit.She stirred a bit, repositioning her arms under her head and curling her toes. Was she asleep or just resting in the sun?I looked around and saw no signs of anyone else approaching the pool. Though this end of the pool was more visible, I saw no motion on the sidewalks or patios. My handcuffs never failed me.“Good morning, boy!” I replied. “Time for some games!”He was surprised when he saw the handcuffs, maybe they brought bad memories back from his jail time. “What the fuck…?” was all he said when I slapped his face.“Come with me, boy, I have plans for us!” I said.I never ever have my boys wear collars like animals, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hair or their balls and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond. “Train me, Master.” The words roll out from her hips without even thinking about it. Then she remembers the tub and what it did to her before, but before her mind can fully grasp onto it, the thought is gone. She quivers in Zayne’s arms, rubbing her body against his hard cock. She is not herself and she is certain she doesn’t care.Zayne smiles and scoops Page up, cradling her body close to his. He transfers her to the bed, both dripping wet, and sets her down before crawling in next to her.. " I said."Then you believe that we are the sum total of our experiences interpreted through the filter of what we grew up believing?" she asked."Of course, it's why some people can kill one person to save a hundred others. But two people can do the same thing and the world will call one a hero and one a villain. I'm not sure I understand that." I replied."Most of us don't really understand it, but some of us use it," she said."I know, I have done the same. Bet my life that if I ever got before.