" You prefer our master?" The question reeked of approval."All I want to do is get out of here." Pettie surveyed them disdainfully. "I suppose you're ...going to whip my bum?" Not exactly your bum, darling." You needn't call me darling, you lousy Les."Dorinda turned shining eyes to me. "May we, please, afterwards, master?"I signified approval. Pettie saw the interchange. "About the best thing that can happen to a girl in this nut house is to get her arse whipped," she declaimed bitterly. "You'll. “I did the same for a while when I split with Marsha; tried to hide in a bottle. It’s not good, drinking on your own. Getting half-buzzed before you eat, and then pouring it down your throat like it’s a miracle cure. Might be safer than going out to a bar every night and getting so wasted you have to be taken home, but still a real dumb idea to think that alcohol is your only friend. After I finally worked out it was a lose-lose situation, I did crazy hours at work for a while, then something. .biting your lower lip as if caught between pain and shear pleasure. Then you lifted your self to the tip of my cock and thrust yourself onto me again, then again. You were like a sex starved animal who couldn't get enough cock. You rocked yourself hard on me until you were ready to cum again. I could feel your body tensing up, the uncontrollable trembling that overcame you before was starting again. I knew you were going to cum, and cum hard. You ground your pussy hard against me, pushing my. There was no way that this Cameron was the same boy who had come through his door a few short weeks ago.Benedict heard the footsteps reach the door, then pause.The door crashed open with a sound like an explosion. The top hinge broke in half and the door leaned precariously on the remaining bottom one. If Benedict hadn’t cast a few quick protection spells when was getting ready the sound would have woken the dead. Well, not literally.Through the doorway strode a tall figure. Cameron was larger.