..please no...not HIM! Please?" As the blond quaked and bucked in genuine fear and apprehension, Master Paul slowly walked over to stand beside Mistress Marla and to glare into the pale blue eyes of the spread, sweating beauty before them. "Here.....you take the cat and work with her for a while....I need to tend to linda for a while and get the holding cell prepared for this one.......see if you can take her the 'rest of the way', will you?" Marla said in a low even tone as she handed Him the cat, then turned and walked toward linda. Master Paul heard linda, behind Him, suck in her breath and then begin slowly and carefully pleading with the approaching Mistress Marla...... "no, Mistress......please......He's MY MASTER.... ...MINE MISTRESS... |