“Up!” Ms. Musgrave snapped and sat back in the high-backed chair to allow her extremely tall boyfriend to get to his feet.Moments later, Andrew Ha...lliday was back in the same position, but this time he was back over Miss Weaver’s large lap. Jessica licked her lips and concentrated on positioning the well-build man over her knees. She couldn’t resist reaching under his waist and touching his fully erect cock, which she squeezed playfully before running her right hand down between his legs,. She kept staring at his tattoos, one in particular on his right pec. It had a fireman in the full outfit, with angel wings on his back surrounded by smoke and fire, with the numbers CPT. 457 on his helmet. She looked closer and noticed the firefighter was cradling a little girl. ‘I got that for my dad. That was his rank and numbers. Dad was always my guardian angel, so he got his wings through me.’ Ariel nodded slowly, still not wanting to tell him his dad died saving her, because… She didn’t. Well, I have found the Owner/Mistress of my dreams, but things from there on did not turn out exactly as I had fantasized they might. I have now become transformed into the stereotype of the sleaziest, trashiest, sluttiest female slut one could even fantasize, and I am being aggressively pimped out for free by my Mistress to any who want to use, abuse, humiliate, and degrade me. So far all of the takers have been men, predictably enough, and the only sex I have had for months going on. "Nothing. I have to get back home. Enjoy the cake."Then I took off at a sprint. I made it home in record time. My Mom was washing up the baking dishes when I pounded in through our back door."What's gotten into you?" she asked."She said thank you," I panted. "For the cake," I added, just in case there was any confusion."Why are you so out of breath?" asked my mother."Ran home," I said."I expected you to stay longer," she said. "You haven't been over there for months." They were going out," I.