Grand Dad rolled down his window. "Oh, I almost forgot, Sweetheart, a police officer came by while I was waiting for you and asked me to give you this...." He handed a blue envelope to the surprised girl.Kathy knew instantly it was from Michael. "Thanks, Grand Dad," she cheered as the massive man gave the driver the sign to go and the car, again, rolled toward the street.The excited blonde ran inside. "Christi," she cried, "it's a letter from Michael!" Again. Please do me again," Christi continued. It was then that I decided it was more important for me to watch Marsha than to even get fucked myself. Now I still intended to get fucked, but I wanted to get Marsha into all sorts of situations, and make her do whatever I wanted.I found some ads for Dominating Men. I called a few on the phone and talked to them about the kind of things they did to woman. One guy, Master J said that I could bring Marsha over for a lesson in discipline. We went that Friday night. It turned out that Master J was. I unleashed a torrent of cum inside her pussy, every thrust shoved more into her and then out again. I shortened my thrusts and pulled my head back, looking down as I pumped her full, slower now. I pulled nearly all the way out, and was still cumming; a defiant squirt shooting out the side along my cock. I pulled out entirely and the last few drops of jism dripped from my dick onto the lowest part of her stomach, slid down across the top of her clit, and disappeared somewhere below. I stepped. His anger evident upon his face would be noticed by the man who stood to the left of her, his hair as silver as her own. He would glance to the girl, "Would you like another slave Emaline?" a bored sigh escapes her lips, "No I have more than enough." Both their heads turned to the staircase as another girl descended the steps, her deep crimson hair falling in wild curls to her waist would swirl around her small frame as her deep emerald eyes watched the scene unfold in front of her. He watched.