Sadistic Master revels in her woes
TAKING MY HAND UPON THE NAP OF YOUR NECK, FIRMLY BUT GENTLY, I LEAD YOU INTO MY LAIR. GRASPING YOUR BLOUSE I RIP IT APART, BUTTONS FLYING ACCROSS THE ROOM. IN YOUR SHOCK YOU GRASP YOUR ARMS ACCROSS YOUR CHEST AS A JESTURE OF PROTECTION. I PULL THEM