He was not of my worldthese days. I really don't know why I was bothering to talk to him."I had a nice visit with Flower," he said. "She thinks very h...ighly ofyou."I looked at him. Of course she does. She's mine. If she didn't think veryhighly of me, I'd stripe her flesh. I considered telling him that.Instead, I just smiled."Flower is very precious to me," I said. "Very gentle. A boy who turnedout well, I think." Certainly," he said. "She certainly isn't a boy anymore."I shrugged. I was tired of. It does sort of take a girl's breath away. You whimper and pretend he's hurting you. But I loved it every time, especially the delightful feeling of being naughty for enjoying it so much. When a man brands you, you suddenly want to be his sex slave in the worst way.I'm not sure exactly why I quit after six months. I hadn't previously done prostitution, but after six months, being a whore seemed to lose some of the glamor. And there were rumors that we might get investigated. But mostly. My eyes burned right into his, as my right hand lazily was rubbing over the front of my panties. ?Do you see what you do to me? Do you know how hot and sticky my cunt gets when you let me hurt you?? I asked him, delighting that he could only mumble unintelligibly as that clap bit into his soft tongue. ?You said you want to be a better slut for me. Well, right now I want you to be my pain slut, baby. I want to get off on hurting your flesh?and make you take more pain for me so that I get. ‘Thank you for not having me killed.’ Triela’s head was straight forward, eyes still on the road. ‘You look at me funny.’ I wasn’t expecting those words. Not from her. She always gave me the impression that she had everything worked out, no surprises as if it all had been calculated and the results were already predetermined by her. I didn’t know what to say. ‘Sorry.’ Triela finally turned her head toward me. She gave me her little smirk as she pulled the key from the ignition and then got out.