‘I put the cloth in her face for another ten count.’ She didn’t seem to mind or even notice.‘I’m sorry,’ I said to her numb face, her eyes... rolling in their sockets, her head slumping to the side. I removed the cloth and gave her a little peck on the mouth. ‘You’re just too cute honey, I needed to have you for my collection.’I’ve met her on an online dating side. She’d didn’t completely fit the profile. Normally I picked somewhat older woman, lonely and desperate for a boyfriend, for a male. She was so exhausted that she fell into a deep sleep and wasn't aware of when Teddy or Rob pulled out. She wasn't even aware when Rob got out of bed and came back with a bowl of warm water and a rag which he used to clean her up with. When he was done he put the bowl and rag up and returned to bed and curled up next to his beautiful wife and slave and went to sleep.The next morning when they woke up, Rob made all of the necessary calls to sign Teddy and cynfulknotslut up for 'Coch's Annual. ......Laurel was in her early twenties. From a wealthy home but kinky as hell, Laurel was a full-time whore with a pimp named Sam. Sam put Laurel on the street at night in front of a motel where she turned her tricks.During the day, Laurel pursued her hobby of stripping naked in the International Hotel and sucking men's cocks in the halls and on the stairs.Laurel and Sam were often in dire financial straights mainly due to Sam's gambling. When his creditors threatened to get violent, Sam would. He thought about her again as he closed the door, half-wondering why she hadn’t come back to visit him as she usually did in the evenings. He crossed the bridge and headed down the hill toward his house and was surprised to see Jacobi waiting with a horse and cart. ‘Hello, Jacobi. What are you doing out this late?’ ‘I’m waiting for you, sir.’ ‘Me?’ ‘Yes, sir. If you’ll get into the cart?’ Withers wanted to question him but he got into the cart with a word and suffered the bumpy ride into the.