They are making her hard and strong. Pain is nothing to her these days. I think we should have her fight one of the others soon to see how her trainin... has improved her. She will do well, I have no doubt. Slave Patti will be a good opponent now that Slave Olga has left us."Francine, idle for a change, was standing in the courtyard. She had been freed from her chain at dawn and fed on her usual disgusting but nourishing breakfast before being sent on a twelve mile training run. After gulping. In case she wakes-up she will think its all happening in sleep. Now I could feel the panty line in the are between the lower abdomen and thighs. She was not responding, I understood, either she is enjoying it or she is in deep sleep. Both ways I was fortunate.Now I again folded my hands and started touching her boobs through my fingers. Now moved my fingers to the nipple point of her boobs. I started pressing my finger on her boob. Her boobs were very soft and warm. I pressed more and more. You always do this to me, promise me something and then fail to deliver.’ She swallows hard as tears start to run down her face. Enraged at her upset I slam my fist on the door near her head. She winces at the sound. ‘And where do you plan to go half dressed?’ I snatch her shirt from her hands and toss it to the floor, ‘Look at me!’ I demand loudly. She raises her eyes to meet mine and stifles back more tears. ‘Is this all you want? You come here to fuck me and fuck up my life only to leave. They sat down on the bed, and Cindy pulled the formidable stack of magazines out, never actually looking at them herself. She had only realized in that quick glance that they were girl-girl magazines, but had no idea what to expect. She laid them out like a dealer with cards at a casino, and let Kat pick the first one. They sat on the edge of the bed, the magazines in between them, and their books out over to the side in case they had to quickly stash the mags and look busy. Hmm, this one.