I was his slut now and he wasn’t going to waste time talking to me with my clothes on. ‘I’ve seen the tape of you and Lisa and I’m very please...d with you.’ The thought that he’d seen me on my knees sucking Lisa’s juices greedily from between her legs caused a trickle of moisture to escape my lips and dampen the top of my thighs and the thin black satin strap between them. He admired my full tits as the dress fell to my waist. ’Now, take that off and get on the rug by my desk’. I finished undoing. Don't die." A rifle. A .45. Her father's knives and a crossbow. A backpack with a change of clothes stashed in the back of a car Ash had managed to get for her. She hadn't asked questions. Who says women can't travel light?She liked hunting the beasts. Werewolves, vampires, corporeal forms she could wrap her hands around and take down with brute force and bad attitude. This one had been a ghost hunt and she wasn't amused. Her last ghost hunt had found her shimmying her ass between 150 year old. Without hesitation she drops to her knees looking up at me, begging me for instruction. She's not used to this authority, this commanding tone I'm using, she loves it though. For the first time in years, she's not in control, it's exciting, it's exhilarating and she's shaking with anticipation, I look down and stare her directly in the eyes, "Be a good girl and take my cock out."Straight away she's unbuttoning my jeans, the tool belt and hammer still around my waist, making her work for my. While we kiss I pull my dick almost out of her, and slide it back in - I’m real slow while doing it.Breaking the kiss she closes her eyes, and squeezes out a few tears while she says, “Yes, Master.” Oh shit, I was just playing mind games, but when she said that I almost shoot my load right then. Oh yeah, I may not have meant it when I said it, but since she accepts it, I’m keeping her as a sex slave.I feel someone lifting her hips toward me. I rise back up onto my knees and elbows to find Grace.