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Act IV

***

Wednesday morning found Trisha standing naked in the VR room, waiting patiently while Ellen and James got out a few items that would be needed this day. While she waited, the femme chimera was picking at the tape on the IV in her arm, used to administer the VR drugs while in the tank.

Looking around at the room, she was somewhat confused by the paint tray and rollers that were sitting on a counter nearby. Studying the room further, it really didn't look like it needed painting to her. Maybe just a wipe down with a soapy sponge around the doorway and light switches was all it really needed.

Ellen finally made her reappearance in the room with a one gallon jug in her possession. She sat the jug down on the counter and picked up a hypodermic off of a cart, prepping it by flicking it to remove any bubbles from it.

“Is that the initial dose of VR drugs?" Trisha asked, looking somewhat bothered. “You'd better get a trash can handy because that stuff makes me puke every time." Ellen stopped, looked at her and gave her a worried look before she looked at James.

“That's not in your medical records," James stated, looking at her folder once again. “Well, you'll need to take a different type of initial VR drug, Miss Pollard."

“You're not allergic to alkaloids, are you?" Ellen asked, getting a different ampule out of the cabinet behind her and filling a syringe from it.

“No, I'm just allergic to plain old penicillin, believe it or not. Makes me break out in hives. Same with Linda, in case it's not in her records either." After writing that information down in Trisha's files and making a note to put that information in Linda's, Ellen put the new drug into her IV slowly, watching for any ill effects. The mare felt a warm, fuzzy feeling wash over her for a few moments, making her feel relaxed.

“Mmmm, that feels good and amazingly enough, I'm not puking," she stated, giving them a smile. This drug would relax her and prepare her for the next drug that would be administered slowly during her training. Ellen sat the hypo down and picked up the jug again, looking to see if Trisha was ready for the next step.

“You'll probably not like this, Patricia. We have to coat you in electrode gel for the feedback suit." This caused her face to drop. Trisha made her feeling known to them;

“No, don't say that ... you're just joking with me, right? Linda put you up to this, didn't she?" Trisha was giving the technician a pensive smile.

“I'm afraid I'm not joking," Ellen replied, pouring the purple gel contents of the jug into the paint tray.

“Oh Man ..." Trisha said an an exasperated tone as she shook her head. “With all the improvements in VR, you would think they could make a suit that didn't need conductive gel."

“It's not that bad, Patricia." the female tech told her.

“You aren't the one that'll be stained slightly purple by the gel, either!" the mare retorted. This caused James to start snickering.

“I'm sorry, Ma'am, that thought seemed funny but I know it's not funny to you." James picked up a roller and began to load it with gel. “Just stand here, over this plastic on the floor, please," he asked, motioning for her to come over to him. She stood there while the two technicians used the rollers to coat her body, stopping at her breasts.

“Didn't somebody tell you to take these out?" Ellen asked, pointing to the stainless steel studs in her nipple piercings. “You're a tamer, dear. You don't have to be pierced there unless you want to be." Ellen carefully unscrewed the studs, removing them and then finishing up her work in coating the femme equine chimera.

“Ergh! This is nasty feeling!" Trisha said sourly, standing somewhat awkwardly while the gel dripped from her, obviously not happy with the situation. She put on the VR suit with the help of both techs, slipped on her gloves and finally the helmet. She waited while they got the harness on her and hooked her to the crane to put her in the tank, getting used to her vision through the VR screens in her visor in the meantime.

There were a pair of cameras in the visor to give her proper vision until the VR started, which helped to relieve the disorientation that usually came with VR. Ellen put an electronic baton in her right hand, attaching it with Velcro to her palm. That would be her virtual whip while in the simulation. They lifted her up and moved her over to the tank, dropping her in gently.

“Are you ready?" James asked, switching her visor to VR. The view in front of the mare went blue, then slowly began to resemble a room. It was just like any other room, maybe a struggle room of sorts.

“I can see the room now. I'm ready, James." Trisha replied as a door in her VR room opened. A very tall, muscular female white tiger chimera came into view, holding a whip in her hand.

“You had better be ready," the imposing tiger said, circling her, sizing her up. “A Brandon 87 Heavy. You look very strong, able to tame any female." Trisha 'felt' the tigress squeeze her bicep, as if testing her strength. The tigress looked at her intently as she asked, “Are you ready to train, Trisha?"

“Yes Ma'am." was her response. The tiger came up right in front of her, nose to nose it seemed. Trisha swore she could feel the tigress' hot breath on her muzzle.

“We're going to be together for eleven days, Trisha. Just you, me, and our whips. Call me Tigre, please." The tiger smiled a small smile at her as she turned and faced away from the mare. “Watch through my eyes for a bit, feel what I feel," she asked as Trisha's viewpoint became Tigre's. She watched through the feline's eyes as the tigress uncoiled her whip, a real plaited bullwhip, and began to lightly strike various targets that were presented to her. The VR suit was letting her feel what the tiger felt as she did this with unearthly, alarming precision. “Just let your mind go, Trisha. You will learn quicker if you will do that. Just let your mind go." James began to slowly administer the second drug to Trisha, helping her to be receptive to the training given to her.

***

The view of the training room faded out to show the inside of the tank, with Trisha feeling the harness pulling upwards on her, removing her from the somewhat viscous liquid. She waited while the two techs got her on the floor, helping her to stand while they hosed her off with very warm water. Ellen removed her helmet for her and then her gloves, finally helping James to wrap her in warm blankets before they sat her down for lunch.

“Damn! That tigress seems so real!" she commented as Ellen checked her pupils for response. “I could swear that I could feel her brush against me when we would walk near each other in VR." Ellen smiled, letting the filly know some more about her VR program that she was very proud of.

“Tigre is the very newest style of VR trainer. Her program is completely interactive, too. If you have a question, just ask her. She will answer you to the best of the program's ability." About that time, James put a tray with a light pasta lunch in front of her.

“Oh, that looks good ..." the mare stated as she took a fork full and put it in her mouth, savoring the flavors.

***

“Trisha? Miss Trisha?" James said softly into her ear, shaking her just a little. She roused, looking up at him as she smiled weakly.

“I'm tired, James," she replied, beginning to try to pull off her gloves. The day's training was over and she was ready for a meal and her bed.

“Here, let me help you out," he said, helping her to remove her gloves and the neck seal for her helmet. James helped her to stand so she could take off the VR suit with just a little help from the technicians.

“She needs a stimulant, James," Ellen stated, noting that Trisha was still just a little unresponsive. Trisha was trying to get her arms out of the suit but her current state was preventing her from doing so right now. Ellen gave her a small dose of the stimulant, making her sit down while it took effect.

“Yeah, I feel better now, I'm more alert," Trisha commented while she was working her arms out of the suit. Once she had her left arm out of the sleeve, James removed the tube from her IV then he cleaned the area around the shunt body in her arm so he could cover it with a clear adhesive shower shield. She finally wiggled the rest of the way out of the suit and used a few towels to wipe off the gel from her coat before showering up to remove the rest.

“Are you feeling OK, Trisha? You're not dizzy, are you?" James asked, noting the total amount of drugs administered to her today in her folder.

“No, I'm just a little off color right now from that goop." she replied. Trisha was now obviously stained a light purple color by the conductive gel.

***

Trisha was patiently waiting for the server to dish up a few slices of roast beef and some mashed potatoes for her dinner. She was contemplating whether or not to get a salad to go with her meal when someone gave her a tap on the shoulder.

“There's my little purple tinted friend," Linda said softly, giving Trisha a kiss on the neck. “How did training go today?" she asked as they waited for their dinner.

“It was just VR, although I did get a surprise when the initial VR drug didn't make me puke."

“You're kidding me, right?" Linda was somewhat amazed to hear that from another Brandon. The whole Brandon Biotech line had reactions to that drug, based on the genetic stock that was proprietary to their design.

“No, they gave me a different initial drug when I told them to get a trash can ready. I didn't get sick at all." There were a few other trainers in the cafeteria and all of them were interested to hear about her first day.

“So, tell us about the VR, Miss Trisha," Donna the German shepherd asked, waiting to hear how it was.

“I had a virtual chimera training me today. I'm supposed to have this same VR trainer the whole time." Linda was sitting down across from her friend so she had to ask the question.

“What was this chimera like?" There were many sets of ears waiting to hear the answer.

“She was a tigress who said her name was Tigre." There was more than one glass, cup or piece of silverware dropped when that name was mentioned. Trisha looked around, somewhat confused by this. “Did I say something wrong?"

“I was broken by Tigre when I was at Blue Diamond," Tana replied, looking like she was going to get sick to her stomach. “she beat me, whipped me until I bled and then took me to her room, making sweet, slow love to me while I was bound tightly to her bed. I almost went crazy from her attention until that red fox vixen, um, Chili was her name, I think, became Tigre's favorite." A murmur of agreement about Tigre's viciousness spread around the room until a leopardess named Nadia spoke up.

“Tigre didn't really survive the fall of Blue Diamond, girls. I'm not sure that any of us knew she was just a meat puppet, controlled by Blue. I saw her being lead out of there by Cheshire when the place was burning and she didn't even look the same; you could see the fire had went out in her eyes. I recently heard from a client that said he knew the facts and he told me that she had to be put down. Not enough of her mind left for her to live properly." That caused more than a few trainers to have to dab at a stray tear.

“Ergh!" Trisha said sourly, shivering from the thought of somebody being a computer controlled meat puppet. “Linda, if something happens to my mind and they can't bring me back, make damned sure my body's not able to be turned into a puppet."

“Same for me, please," the taller mare replied, looking at her meal as if she weren't hungry anymore. “How could someone make a sentient being into something like that?" Linda was shaking her head in disbelief.

“I dunno, sweetie. I dunno."

***

Friday evening had finally come and Trisha was happy to have her first few days of training behind her. She had come to know that Tigre could answer her questions with the exception of one; she asked why was it necessary to whip a female to get her to do something. Tigre had looked at her strangely for a moment before continuing with their training as if the answer for that question wasn't programmed into the VR.

The worst part of the whole thing was her buckskin coloration having a very pronounced purple tint to it now. She was waiting in Central Make-Up for her makeup artist to return from her lunch to see if there was anything that could be done about this problem. While she waited, the makeup person assigned to her returned, stopping in the doorway with a very confused look on her face.

“Brittany, please tell me you can fix this?" she asked, hoping to hear a 'yes' from the petite red-headed makeup artist.

“Erm, Trish, I don't know if I can do anything about this awful purple tint," she replied, setting her milkshake on the counter by the chair the mare was sitting in and looking at the problem. “What the hell have you been into that's stained your coat, dear?" she asked, holding Trisha's arm up to the light to see it better. “Was this something a client did to you?"

“It was the VR electrode gel that did it," she told her, giving her a piece of paper with the ingredients of the gel for her examination. Brittany looked at it, not sure what some of the things in it were.

“Didn't you try to shampoo it out?" the technician asked, still studying the contents of the gel.

“Three times each day, I'm afraid. It just wouldn't wash out and it's gotten worse each day." Trisha then stated in an exasperated voice, “You have to do something, please! I still have eight days of VR to go!"

“Hmmm, There's only one sure way to fix this problem, Trisha. Knowing you, I'm fairly sure that you may not like it, though." Brittany was checking her supplies cabinet to make sure she had all the proper items needed for this fix.

“I'm game for anything that will fix this mess," the muscular mare stated, waiting to hear the what the remedy would be. Brittany told her point-blank what it was and stood there as the mare's face fell from the news.

“Yeah, you're right as usual, Brittany." Trish commented as she thought it over. “OK, if you have the time right now, let's do it before I change my mind."

***

It had been a several-hour-long ordeal in Central Make-Up to 'fix' the purple tint to her coat. Trisha had just gotten out of the shower in her room when her Blackberry bleeped at her to let her know she had a message. Picking it up, a couple of keystrokes let her read the message from the front desk. This is what the message contained;

Miss Pollard,

We realize that you've been in training this week

but there is a gentleman here at the front desk

asking for you by name. He's not a regular of yours

so I told him I would ask if you were available.

If you're still up to entertaining this evening, he

would like a full evening with you until tomorrow

noon. He has indicated he's not terribly kinky

and wishes no anal sex. He wants to use a

Grand Suite with dinner and breakfast included,

if that makes a difference for you.

Please press #3011 to dial my personal extension.

Thanks,

Rita Hawthorn

Desk Clerk

P.S. - I checked for you and Mr. Waddell says

it entirely up to you if you want to entertain a

client this evening.

Trisha looked at the message, giving it some thought. This new client, who was he? Did he know one of her regulars? 'Oh Well' she thought, dialing Rita's number at the desk and letting her know she would accept the client. Maybe he would become one of her 'regulars' afterward.

Opening her walk-in closet, she looked at her options for a Grand Suite evening. Because of her unique build, her clothes were custom fit to her and as such, she kept them in her closet. After a few false starts, she decided to wear her knee length silky white satin dress that was backless and sleeveless, to show off her body. She brushed out her mane and tail, using a bit of conditioner on her body to get that sheen she liked to see. Her off-duty petite turquoise and gold bands were complimented by a pair of pendant earrings and a necklace to match that she had requested Wednesday. Some frost-colored eyeshadow to compliment her blue eyes and a sheer pearl taupe lipstick gave her chic elegance. The final touch was her favorite pheromone-based perfume to stir him up which made her ready to go downstairs and seduce her client.

On the way downstairs, Tana happened to see her and she was dumbstruck by the mare's appearance. “Miss Trisha? Is that really you?"

“Yeah, it's me. What do you think?" Trisha asked, smiling at the feline trainer.

“Oh, you look ready to love some poor soul to death!" she replied with a wicked grin. “I feel sorry for him now!"

“Well, gotta go. My victim, I mean, client is waiting."

Trisha finally made her way to the lobby where her client was sitting on a stool at the front desk, waiting patiently. He was a younger man, not much over forty, nice build, clean cut. His suit seemed to fit him very well, most likely a custom-made number. Expensive shoes, probably Italian made. He literally reeked of money. Rita had noticed her walk up so she introduced them.

“Mr. Alexander, this is Miss Patricia Pollard, one of our tamers. Patricia, this is Mr. Mace Alexander, owner of Alexander Aviation Services."

“Nice to meet you, Miss Pollard," he said, kissing her hand when she merely meant to shake hands with him.

“It's nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Alexander." She was glad that he couldn't see her blush heavily. She could really feel the heat in her face from her embarrassment. “Rita, which room do we have this evening?"

“You're in 1207 this evening," was her reply. Rita handed Mace a pass card but Trisha didn't need one-her bands were her keys. “Please follow Miss Pollard, Sir. She knows the way to your room."

***

Once they had arrived at their room, Mace insisted on opening the door and holding it for Trisha. They stepped into a huge suite that had a very large living area, a generous-sized hot tub in an ocean view alcove and a large bedroom with a king sized bed. There was also a kitchenette, a bar and an intimately sized dining table. He helped her to sit down on the soft, overstuffed couch so he could open a bottle of expensive red wine for them to sip.

“I'm sorry if I seem awkward, Miss Pollard but this is my first visit here. I'm not sure how to handle myself. I haven't been out with a woman since my wife passed away several years ago." It was obvious to her that he was nervous so she decided to lighten the mood.

“You can start by calling me Trisha, please. Miss Pollard sounds so stuffy to me. There's a menu on the bar for dinner when you're ready to order." She got up, walked around behind the bar and opened the menu, turning it so he could see it. Trisha gave him her attention as she asked, “I'm curious, Mr. Alexander. How do you know me to ask for me by name?"

“Listen, If I have to call you Trisha, please call me Mace. About asking for you by name, I saw your photographs and stats on-line, I'm afraid. I didn't know you were a tamer, though because your photos show you being bound in some very heavy-looking chains." He seemed very embarrassed to admit that information.

She thought for a moment and remembered that photo session from a few years ago. She was still a red collar performer so they portrayed her as a muscular military captive that was being tortured for information. She knew that she would ask for some new photos to be done as soon as she had time. Thinking about the photos again, she asked him a few questions to see where the night was headed.

“Hmm, okay. About tonight; is it possible that you might want to put me in bondage at some point? We have a closet full of things to bind me with right over there. Just let me know if you want something different than what's available and I'll have it delivered," she asked, waiting for him to reply. This seemed to make him ponder the subject for just a moment before he replied to her.

“Um, no, I was really hoping to ... well ... just have a normal sort of evening with you, if you wouldn't mind." This information was a shocker to her; usually the men were upset when they couldn't tie her up into a pretzel.

“How normal is normal to you?" she asked, trying to get the evening's proceedings in her mind.

“Well, something like this; dinner, dessert, a movie on the widescreen while we soak in the hot tub and then some fun in bed. We sleep just a bit then have some more fun before or after breakfast, maybe both." Trisha was nodding, thinking this evening would be a very nice one for both of them.

“Miss Pollard, I mean Trisha, I have a silly question for you." Mace was looking just a little uncomfortable.

“Go ahead, ask away."

“Um, I thought your pictures showed you were a buckskin."

“I am a buckskin." she pointed out. “I was stained a fairly bright purple from the electrode gel for the VR suit I've worn this week. My makeup artist dyed me blue-black to cover the staining." He was nodding, understanding the reasons for Trisha to be solid black.

“I had not given it though that you might dye your entire body, like a human might dye their hair."

“It doesn't take a human over two hours to dye their hair, though." She was smiling, thinking her new look was possibly throwing him off.

“You look very attractive like that," he admitted, giving her a small, pensive smile. “The dark color makes your muscles show very clearly. I had no idea you were that buffed."

“Thank you, I do have to work hard at keeping my body ripped." she told him.

“I have some neighbors that lift weights but they're not ripped, as you put it." He had reached across the bar and he was gently holding her hand, just like a gentleman should.

“I was originally designed as a soldier, my sub-variant meant to carry about three hundred pounds of firearms and ammunition into battle. Our model didn't go over well because of our hooves, we think so a number of us were reprogrammed into pleasure mares."

“Wow, I didn't know that." he stated. “You've probably guessed by now that I've never been with a chimera before. My neighbor suggested I come here and have some fun but he didn't prepare me for what I might see or do here."

“Don't be nervous, Mace, I'm just like any other female except I have a tail, hooves and a coat of hair on my body. A lot of men prefer us over a human female when it comes to making love." She was looking at the menu herself, thinking about what she would like for dinner. He passed her one of the glasses of wine which she sampled, nodding at the fine flavors; just a little on the oak side, some tannins, a very fruity nose and a clean finish with just a hint of chocolate.

“OK then, what would you recommend for dinner, Trisha?" He was still looking at the menu himself, not sure if he wanted seafood or steak tonight.

“Our chef does a very good filet mignon and the steak and lobster is very good. He also does a very nice four course Italian seafood and pasta meal." She also pointed out a few other choices that she knew were good. “This might sound silly but he also makes a Chicago style deep dish pizza that's to die for."

***

“Would you like another piece of this Baked Alaska?" Mace asked, indicating the dessert sitting on the table with two huge slices taken out of it.

“That was very good but no, thank you. I'm full as it is, Mace. I might pop if I eat another piece of this sinfully delicious dessert." Trisha was sated, the steak and lobster dinner with vegetables were plenty for her. Another chimera, a doe named Mary, came to the door with their after dinner wine, a 2004 Bodegas Nekeas Vega Sindoa Navarra Rosé with some cheeses to sample with it. She was giving Trisha some dismissing glances until she noticed the tamer's bands on the equine chimera's wrists, at which point she knelt on one knee in front of the mare.

“Forgive me please, Ma'am. I didn't know you were a tamer," she stated, waiting to be let up. Trisha tapped her ear, motioning for her to leave quickly after she received her tip.

“You seem to carry a bit of influence around here," Mace stated as he opened the bottle for them, setting it aside to breathe a bit.

“It comes with being a tamer," she replied. “You know, you still have that suit coat on. Why don't I help you to get comfortable?" she suggested, walking around behind him and helping him to take his suit jacket off. She laid it carefully over the back of a handy chair and them untied his tie, slipping it slowly out of his collar, folding his tie carefully afterward. His shirt was next, seductively unbuttoned very slowly and put on top of the growing pile of clothes. She slipped his undershirt up and out of his pants, helping him to remove that and then added that to the pile. She was going to remove his belt when he put his hands on hers, stopping her.

“It's your turn to remove something," he said, giving her a slight smile. She turned around, letting him unzip the lower back of her dress. He then slid his hands up her back, making chills run up her spine in response to his soft touch. His hands went out to her shoulders then gently under the spaghetti straps of her dress and slipped them slowly off of her shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. She stepped out of it so he could add it to the growing pile of clothing on the chair. This left Trisha with just a pair of black thong panties on.

She turned and smiled at him, getting very close to him as she wrapped her powerful arms around his body, giving him a sensual kiss. “You still have more clothes on than I do." she pointed out, kissing him again. He kicked off his shoes and she went for his belt again, getting no resistance this time. She undid his pants, pulling them down so he could step out of them, adding them to the ever-growing pile of clothing. She slipped his socks off, throwing them on the top of the pile.

“My turn," he said, slowly slipping her panties off, putting them on the pile with their other things. She reciprocated by removing his underwear, leaving his manhood standing at attention.

“Mmmm, you sure you want to watch a movie right away?" she asked, gently cradling his balls in her hand. “I think you might have other things on your mind right now." Her hand slid slowly up his scrotum, ending up gently gripping his shaft. She kissed him softly on the neck, making him shiver in delight.

“You make a strong case for going to bed right now," he replied to her query, kissing her back. She led him to the bedroom, gently pushing him down on the bed. She joined him, pulling him over on top of her once on the bed beside him.

“Make me scream in delight," she asked, kissing him deeply.

“Oh, Trisha, what do I do about your tail ..." he queried, not sure what to do about that extra appendage that humans didn't have.

“I'm sorry, my love. Just watch your knees when you get between my legs. Just straddle my tail, please and you'll never notice it unless you want me to make you notice it," she told him, waiting for him to get into position. She guided his manhood inside her which needed no lubrication due to her excitement. His eyes fluttered from the sensations he felt as his manhood slipped inside her warm, waiting sex. “Make sweet love to me, Mace," she asked, kissing him deeply afterward as she locked her legs over his, pulling him deeply into her.

“Ungh, I ... mmmm ... 'kay ..." he replied as he began thrusting into her, never having felt sex like this before. She was using her vaginal muscles to tightly grip his shaft, giving him maximum stimulation until she sensed he was getting close to the point of no return. Easing up the pressure, she let him cool off a bit then repeated the same thing again and again. He was in nirvana with her ministrations, the mare finally letting him go off at the same time as she did, both of them having a huge, explosive climax together.

“Oh Wow ..." he said breathily as she pulled him down to her, hugging him tightly. “I have never in my life had a woman do that to me," he stated, still breathing hard at the moment.

“You've never been with one of us, then," she commented softly in his ear, gently kissing him on the cheek afterward. “There's plenty more where that came from, too."

***

Saturday morning found Mace being coached by Trisha in the fine art of arm bondage. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing thick leather restraint sleeves that she was instructing him how to tighten up properly. She had already shown him how to put the spreader between her ankles, leaving her open for full access.

“Okay, now that I have my arms in them, buckle the smaller straps behind my back and across my chest. These keep the sleeves tight to my body." She smiled as he did this, giving him a kiss as he came around in front of her to do the front straps.

“Now what?" he asked, looking at the situation.

“OK, now do the wrist straps, then take the big one on my left sleeve here, and put it around my right forearm and tighten it. That locks my arms together." She pointed out the ones to do next, waiting patiently while he finished.

“Hmm, so I guess I take the big ones on the ends of the sleeves here and put it around your back, like this," Mace said as he did so, “Then it looks like I just buckle it tightly." He snugged it fairly tight, tucking in the tail of it under the strap.

“OK, now help me get into the middle of the bed," she asked, letting him help move her to the center. “Now winch the spreader bar up a bit until my hooves are about a foot off the bed." Mace did so, using the controls over the head of the bed to lift her hooves up, the 'U' shaped spreader allowing him a lot of room under it to do whatever he felt like. He then put a firm wedge-shaped pillow under her butt to lift her up a bit for easier access.

“So, I can start anywhere?" he asked, giving her a smile.

“Yeah, you can do what you want to me now since I can't get off the bed very easy. If you attached a pair of cables to the sleeves by my elbows, it would pin me down even further." He smiled, quickly finding the cables and hooking them up.

“Maybe I'll start up here," he said, lying down by her after tightening the cables and beginning to kiss her very passionately on the lips. “I guess I'll just move along very slowly since we have plenty of time left today." He kissed her some more before moving on to her chin, then under her chin, then her throat.

He gently kissed her throat, making her moan softly in response. His touch was driving her insane for his love, her needs being driven hard by his presence near her. Out of all of her clients, Mace had left an indelible mark on her heart.

Mace moved further south, kissing and suckling on her breasts, something that caused her to have a small orgasm in response. He was being ever so careful, teasing her nipples with his lips, flicking her barbell studs gently with the tip of his tongue, kneading her breasts very gently with his powerful hands. This was causing her to tingle all over, something she had never experienced before.

“Mace, sweetheart, I need your love, please, now ..." she said breathily as she had another mini-orgasm.

“I'm getting there, Trisha. Don't worry, I promise to make mad, passionate love to you ... eventually." This statement led her to believe she was going to be tortured in a different way this morning; driven insane for his love before he finished his deed.

He worked his way down her belly, kissing her around her belly button. He then got between her legs and began kissing her around her labia and clit. This was really driving her crazy, his soft, gentle ministrations making her flush with excitement, making her tingle all over. He licked her on each side of her clit, staying away from it proper, just to arouse her further. He could hear her breathing very heavy at the moment, her labia swollen with her excitement. He then began licking her clit slowly, feeling her body tense up with each small orgasm she had.

“Mace, honey ... please ..." she begged very softly, her breathing getting deeper, faster in her excitement. Trisha's body was tingling everywhere, the wanton desire for his cock embedded deep inside her was the only thing on her mind. This wasn't right but she didn't care. If Mace made her explode with a huge orgasm, this was what she wanted at this very moment. His tongue went around her love hole, then inside, almost making her pass out from the sensations she felt. He could tell she was more than ready, her musk very pungent, her love hole dripping juices.

“I don't know how you feel about it but I think you're ready," Mace said softly as he got on top of her and slid his cock, now rigid, into her. She responded by arching up against him, driving his tool deeper into her. She could see that he was in bliss, her body giving him what he needed as was his body doing the same for her. He had his hands under her shoulders, cradling her in a way while they made wild, passionate love to one another. They were kissing each other deeply, both of them moaning from the experience.

Trisha was trying desperately to hold back, even trying breathing through her nose to keep that first explosive orgasm from happening. She was straining, knowing she should let Mace go first but there was something about this that was preventing her from holding back.

Finally she could hold it off no longer; she had the first of many explosive orgasms, making her beg him to keep going, continue to make love to her, to hold her tightly. He finally went off himself, now extremely exhausted from their lovemaking.

“Trisha, sweetheart, I love you," he said softly in her ear. “Even if you think it's wrong, I still love you." Trisha had tears in her eyes, trying not to admit it but she knew in her heart, by the way he said that, he meant it. He really, truly did love her.

“Mace, I love you too." She nuzzled against him, now wishing she had the use of her arms so she could hold him tightly to her. This wasn't just something she was doing to make her client think she loved him, this really was love. She knew it was so wrong but it was the truth; she loved Mace with all her heart. She didn't know how she would deal with it but it was the truth. She loved him.

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