Fia was nervous. George had reassured her again and again there was no reason to be nervous, but she was. She felt she had good reason, even after the two weeks of training he had given her.
It was funny to call it training because it was really just s*x. All sorts of s*x. All sorts of s*x she couldn’t say no to. Well, actually, she could say no to it, but that would end their master-slave relationship. He had made her suck his c**k; he came in her mouth; he had f****d her in every possible position; he had f****d her on his balcony where anyone could see; he had f****d her ass; he had f****d her p***y while the princess plug was in her ass; he had watched while she m*********d; he had made her eat his ass; he had spanked her ass and her p***y; he had c*m in her p***y, in her ass, on her
