He got out of his white 2007 Cadillac CTS. He carried a case of Bud Light with him up to the apartment. He knocked on the door. Marcus opened up and s...aid, “What’s up, b*o?”“Can’t call it! You got that bitch in here,” Jerome asked.“Yeah. She’s in the bedroom.”Jerome walked straight back after handing the beer to Marcus.Marcus called out, “Don’t forget to tip.”Jerome saw the slut on the bed. “Ooh wee,” Jerome remarked. “My nigga got you hemmed up.”Torrance turned his head to the side. “Cute too,”. Holding my cock in my right hand to steady it I asked her to lower herself onto it which she did having firstly pulled her knickers down completely and stepped out of them. As my cock slid into her cunt she leaned forward to ease the entry and when it was fully inside her, sat back to achieve maximum penetration and incidentally made it easier for me to reach out, push her bra up from her large, softly pliant breasts and holding a nipple in each hand, roll them round between the thumb and first. With deft movements, she releases the collar and as she does so, a crushing sense of disappointment seizes me. To be freed from the collar is not liberation. I feel it as a rejection.She hands me the collar, the crop, and the key to the trunk, brisk now.“Put these back in the trunk and get dressed.”She rises, smoothing her skirt, and adjusting her hair.As I dress she goes to a drawer and takes a folder from it. I know what it is. It’s my signed copy of the agreement I signed a lifetime ago.From. I think she’s very talented and that her part-time job, in a hospital coffee shop is beneath her. But she tells me she likes it, that helping people makes her feel good. I’m not surprised look what she’s done for me over the years. Always been there for me. We don’t talk quite as much, both been busy. But we talk on the phone as much as we can. Generally every Monday. This Monday was no different, she phoned me at 5:30pm. That’s the time I get in from work, I was expecting another of our epic.