A lot older than me, he has come under my spell, with me using his house to entertain my subs, me being a professional dome. I am a very tall blonde, ...in my thirties, and love to smoke cigars and a pipe, never having enjoyed cigarettes. I had discovered in my early twenties the power I had over men with the smoking fetish, and there are plenty of them, nearly all natural subs.The slave who owns the house(or should I say, used to) is a very nice man in his fifties who was left a great deal of. "I seem to recall that the boyreceives a blow job from a red haired girl in a green dress in the firstchapter," Pamela said."Are you up for that?" Layla asked me."Ginger, step up," I said."Not me?" Pamela asked."I think you're in the second chapter, aren't you?" Layla asks, takingthe book from Pamela and flipping it a few pages."Oh, yes. You're right," Pamela said, as she and Layla examined the book.Ginger got on to her knees in front of me and started to lick my cock.Then kiss it. Then suck on. Even the city mayor was said to be funded by them. As a result, the gang had mostly been able to conduct their illegal activities with little to no trouble. This had also resulted in them buying otherwise legitimate business, such as nightclubs and bars to launder their money through.And that realisation was what had led Sofie to believe that they had murdered her parents. Her dad had clearly been investigating multiple nightclubs for their illegal activities and relation to The Cobalt Ghosts,. Her skin glowed, and she looked young and happy. Drawing up all her courage, she stepped up and rang the door bell. Pete took a deep breath to calm his nerves just before opening the door. “Hi!” He smiled and stared at her. He couldn’t believe she was actually there. She still had that sparkle in her eyes, although tiny creases from laughter gave her even more character than he remembered. Her brown, shoulder-length hair had streaks of gold in it, and the sunlight reflecting off of it made her.