His fingers moved harder, became more insistent, and his voice was low and rough in her ear. “Break for me, girl. There are no limits. You have no l...imits anymore…”Her eyes slid out of focus—she felt herself slipping down into her space, wanting more, wanting to please her Master however she could. She mumbled out her words, a string of nonsense mixed with pleading and whimpering. His smile bloomed wickedly and he pushed his fingers deeper, reminding her that she was His. She screamed, her. It was almost scary.“Can I get either of you a drink?” Ruth asked. “Perhaps a cookie?”Jacob grinned at the question. “Mom, we’re grown men, we can find our own cookies.”“I’d love one, Mrs. Morgan. Did you bake them yourself?”Her smile grew in radiance. “I did. I’m a bit of a baker.”“She runs a bakery in town,” Jacob explained. “We always have fresh day-old cookies and loaves of bread. If you need carbs, this is the place.”Taylor tilted his head. “When I’m bulking up, I tend to favor pasta. ..Then, I was younger, more rash. The life of a mercenary suited my nature. My only commitment was to my current contract. My only loyalty was to myself.I went where 'now' took me, and did what I was hired to do. I lived by my own honor; I saw myself as Ronin - the master-less samurai. I would not take a life purely for money, but there are many reasons for a man to die.The 'now' took me around the world. Beirut, Belfast, Azerbaijan. They all began to look the same to me. I began understand why. Wendy, Diane, and Abby baked cute bite-sized snacks with cookies in the shape of cocks and pussies. The women made jokes about their size, comparing them to their husband or boyfriend’s cock. It didn’t take much time for the conversations to turn more sexual in nature. Vicky had put together a slide show presentation to play on the TV about Karen that was interwoven with short scenes of hardcore porn.While Karen opened her gifts of sexual jokes and lingerie, scenes of fucking, threesomes and.