Tom looked a look of dissaproval coming into his eyes. She had been doing so well. If she could learn to hold her tongue, she would take right to it. He continued to mold her, staring into her eyes still.<br/><br/>"Christine, you are not to disagree with me. Nor with any man. And you will not tell lies. You want it, true enough, but thats because you are born and bred slut."<br/><br/>The his grip on her breast changed sharply, giving it a squeeze that verged on painful, but would still send her shivering with pleasure. He was in control here.