“I see you like playing the bitch. Your cock gives you away. I suppose you think it’s not fair that I get to cum and you are still hard and want...ing?” He doesn’t answer me. I look at him sternly… “No Mam.” He finally says. “Tell me, what is one of my favorite things to do?” I can see that he is trying to decide how to answer, afraid to get it wrong. I laugh… “Ok, if you get this wrong, you will be punished. Tell me!” “To suck cock mam?” I smile, “Yes, I must admit, I love to suck. The guy who tried to steal my catfish business knew what he was doing. I never said much about what I was doing or how I did it. That was because I figured someday someone else would figure out how easy the work was. He likely would begin doing the same thing. What I didn’t expect was for someone to just tie their limb hooks within a foot of mine.When I first noticed the second colored ribbon of cloth tied on a limb, I had started running my line of hooks twice a day. It was only a few inches. She just giggled, and said, "Come on. The water is nice."Fuck. My dick was throbbing in my swim trunks. I knew there was no way they could not see it. It was hard as a rock, and I was so horny my knees were trembling.I finally climbed into the hot tub. Walking down the ladder, I made it into the water, and, jokingly, said, "Ah, that will relax my knees a bit."Marissa looked at Katie, and then, looking at me, said, "I'm sure it'll relax something more than your knees too."I just laughed.I was. Boldly he turns his face to look at me, piercing my eyes with his clear brown stare, ‘everyone knows who you are, Madame’ My hand slams down on the elevators emergency stop button and we slide abruptly to a halt. I roughly push him back into the wall of the compartment, one hand gripping his throat while the other expertly seeks out his wallet in his pants pocket. The concierge makes choking sounds with my fingers in a vice lock on his neck, constricting his airway just enough to.