A couple of hits were all it took on the pot pipe and we were flying.I commented to her that I’d been watching her ass move all evening and that it ...made me hard. She was wearing nothing more than a pair of tights, which was the style back in the mid to late 90s, and the name was fitting. She turned around, wiggled her ass at me and asked if I was hard now.I stepped over to her, bent her over the hood of her car and ground my crotch into her ass, saying “Does this answer your question?” the. Master.” As I breathed the last word, my master was back and the knife was under my shirt cutting away the fabric to expose my skin. The cold steel gently touched my skin sending a shiver up me. Then before long there I was knelt on the bed with my underwear on and the pieces of clothing were taken away, as well as the shoes much to my relief. “So you come to my door, dressed in slut clothing and expecting a fuck out of this?” His voice was stern and loud. I wouldn’t answer. He then knelt on. ”“Why?”“We have a contract to keep an eye on her.”“Who are we?”“My brothers Jesse and Wyatt and me.”“Where are they?”“They are staking out the girl’s house.”Jake felt suddenly numb.“They know where she lives?”“We followed her home on Tuesday.”“Then what are you doing now?”“We’re verifying her schedule.”“Why?“That’s what the contract calls for — find and surveil.”“Who is the contract from?”“Jesse says it’s some politician.”“Why would the politician want to know what she’s doing?”“Couldn’t say.. You ask nice, and mama might help you” Audrey was lost in sensation, lost to all control, her body was edging fiercely but would not go over, and the long pent up passion had her more helpless than any binding. “Please, please mama, can I cum?” Linda corrected her gently. “Please mama, can this worthless white slut cum. Is that what you mean to say?” Audrey didn’t know anything about such games, but she knew her body, and its needs, and this was a need more real than oxygen. “Please mama, can.
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