Were Madison thinking clearly the words Mr. Blackstone asked her to speak would be next to impossible. But there was no rationalization, nothing but raw, real emotions. Nothing was a lie. The way he rolled against her rear, bucking until she felt his hard tool pressing into her. "I- uh- I surrender to myself to you sir. Will give myself to you, every fiber of my being would be yours if you'll have me as your slave. Would you be my master? Take me and mold me into the image you see? If so, please, please claim me," she breathed, arching and rolling back against him, stretching out over the desktop. "Please Mr. Blackstone?"