This is the first time I have been in public without escort in over three years. Usually there are two bodyguards with us at all times when we leave t...he house. My Mistress takes my safety very seriously for she knows that I am her greatest weakness. She loves me very much and there is not much she would not do if something were to happen to me. She also knows that unless restrained, I would take my own life before anyone had the chance to use me against her,"I thought about what she had said. This is the bastard who killed Father Torque. "Gunny, this is your last chance," he said in a voice thick with hatred. "Free us or die."Ben's tone almost gave him pause. Almost. Instead, he gave out a sharp laugh. "Ha! Not in this lifetime."Ben's eyes bored through his thick crew cutted skull. "You know I'm gonna kill you."Gunny just put his arms across his massive chest and looked down at Ben. "Not chained to that wall you aren't."He sounded so smug, and Ben wanted to kill him all the more.Ben. She shook her head, cleared her throat, and said “well Ms. Smythe, let me continue with your exam and we will see if I can’t help you out.” As she sat on the stool and rolled to the end of the table, she had her patient slide down to the end of the table as she rolled between her spread legs. Dr. Stevens gasped when she saw standing straight up and the top of this soaking wet vagina infront of her, what had to be a two-inch clitoris standing straight up and throbbing. Oh my god, Joan Stevens. Finally, I spotted her car pulling into the bar’s parking lot. A small sedan. I could not contain my reserve any longer … I RAN, flinging her door wide open. She pulled me hard into her car, and I had no choice but to straddle her. “Mmm … what -” She interrupted me with a heated kiss. I enjoyed massaging her tongue, imagining it was her clit. “I missed you, hun.” she said, as she allowed her eyes to travel over my body. “Mmm … how sweet you are. You wore my favorite shirt.” “Yes, I -” I.