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  • It was a long week for Jenna. Her online classes were going well and didn’t require as much time as she thought they would, much to her dismay. She watched some TV and stepped up her workouts to twice a day in an attempt to pass the time. Mrs. Hobarth had instructed the class to write a Haiku poem about loss. She’d told the students the poem would be read by another student and critiqued. ‘Loss’ was such a huge subject. Jenna considered herself to be very fortunate. Her career choices had brought her a measure of fame and money, but that came with a price. She didn’t regret the choices she’d made, but she paid for those choices with the loss of her… innocence. She’d done so many things in front of the camera and she wondered if she’d lost a small piece of her soul over the last five years. That was the loss that she yearned to write her poem about, however, she knew that was impossible and settled on writing about the death of her grandmother a year earlier. This new life was so much more difficult than she thought it would be, hiding from everyone all the time. Would it always be like this? Will I have to live in fear the rest of my life? Connor couldn’t contain his excitement any longer and bounded out the door at just after six, much to the amusement of amateur Ted. He arrived at the classroom at about six-fifteen… the only student there in the empty hallway. He cursed his impetuous nature, he should have waited and played it cool. He ambled about the campus in the evening heat of the dying Texas day, killing time and feeling stupid. She finally arrived! Connor gave her a big smile as she sat down next to him, she gave him a coy little smile back. “Hey you,” he ventured. “I wanted to show you something on my phone.” He handed her his device. She looked at the phone, then looked at him and smiled a much bigger smile. Connor had presented her with his phone set on “New Contact” with her first name already entered. She handed the phone back to him when she finished filling in the blanks. In about nine seconds her phone buzzed an incoming message from an unknown number. “Hi” was all it said. Then he said aloud to her, “I didn’t want to go another week without talking to you.” I noticed she had helped herself to a glass of wine as well. This time, to be sure, I had had no time for any such planning. I can't just pretend none of this happened. No forcing her to do anything? “ Thank you Master. As James finished filling Jess in on the whole Ishtar situation, she took his hand in her own and adopted a steely expression. Their tongues lashed at each other with building passion. Her ability to restrain the size of the monstrous prick was faltering. Aimee blushed and shook no. Those words made her heart flutter and gave her renewed energy wanting to please her Master. And as to what you can add to my life, if you want it we can marry and you can give me what I have refused to give to any other man, the privilege of making babies on me. It just isn’t worth having it all as you have said, without having someone to share it with and someone else to leave it to.” The feed switched to an interior spycam. Sheila responded. "There's also the discretion thing..." That was how watching these horny nymphs began. “Lucilla,” Julia sighed as she tried on an oversized robe, “please don’t dress my daughter like a amateur whore.”