”“No, you didn’t, I ….”“Are you calling me a liar?”“No, I, it’s … she started to jibber.“I’ve already told you once, it’s �...�master’ from now on. So let’s try again shall we? Are you calling me a liar?” I growled with a smirk on my face. C’mon bitch, dig your own grave. “No, master.”I then heard her heavy inhale of breath down the line. I’ve barely said ten words and she was terrified. Maybe not of me, but of potentially handing her fate to a complete stranger. A stranger who has handcuffs. .. Spanish, maybe, or Italian or Greek ... but her features seemed more northern European. I glanced down at her crotch. He had a four-inch thigh gap, and the gold mesh panties she wore revealed a muff of curly black hair, neatly trimmed. She grinned as she saw my cock grow and stiffen as Kim washed it.Kim whispered in my ear, “That is Rita. And for today, you are Derek, and he is James. We don’t use clients’ real names here.” I nodded. But for the first time, I wondered if Kim and Anita had. Holding her finger above the delete button, she just stared at the number and then put her phone on the charger without deleting it. I can do it tomorrow as she went to take a shower and get ready for bed.****After a couple of weeks and daily looking at John’s phone number Jazzy decided to call it although she was sure that John had completely forgotten about her and wrote her off as a nut case. The urge to explore her kink was growing stronger and it was now or never. After the first couple of. I stopped. “Release my arm or I will call security. It is over!” He loosened his grip and I moved away.My mother sobbed. ‘You can’t throw your family away.”“Missus Thompson, my family threw me away. Melissa and I went to that house yesterday to celebrate a joyous event. We were not made welcome. We left. You are not welcome here. Leave!”The R.A. came up to me. “Paul, should I call security?”“Not yet, Ron. I am hoping these people will leave quietly.”My mother cried, “Paul, I’m sorry!”“I’m sure.