”“You said you wanted to talk, and I know how you hate to be kept waiting.”“Indeed,” he said and then checked his Assistance’s progress. �...��Events are forcing me to change my timetable. I need your help in a matter that requires a practiced hand.”“Okay, who do you want me to kill?” she asked, producing a dagger.“Nobody, not unless I say so.”“Then what do you want me for?”“I understand you still haven’t found a solution to your ... problem.” He glanced down toward her crotch.Jade narrowed her. With Nicola secure I rotated the seat so that her head was closest to the floor. She squealed in fright at the unexpected movement. I nodded with satisfaction at the smoothness with which the action could be carried out thanks to the precision of the engineering of the mechanism's rails. The position in which Nicola now found herself allowed me to introduce two of the mechanical stimulators, one to her cunt and the other to her arse. At the first press of the first device against her person she. She knew what time it was and knelt willingly on the floor in front of me. I pulled up my skirt and she purred happily at the sight of my red bush. "Wow, I did..." she started to say when I interrupted her harshly by aiming a spray of pee straight at her face. She slurped and drank. It was hotter than I ever imagined it. I pissed on her, and she swallowed it happily, as if she never did anything else. I wondered if her mind wasn't dirtier than she would let on, because now she was "in the mood". She didn't mind the chore, because Steve had a habit of leaving the mail in too many different places, which ticked Arianna off because she paid the bills. She deftly opened three credit card invites, tearing them in two before trashing them. That left one very mysterious brown envelope. There were no marked stamps, indicating that it had been hand delivered. Only the name Steven was on the cover, in big black letters. Everyone she knew called Steve, Steve. Somehow, Steven seemed a little.