No! You're a guest here, not a tenant. Take this back," he said, pushing the money back at her."I am a tenant, Cameron Stuart, and I always pay my way... The free days are over. I'll be looking for a place to rent as soon as the next paycheck arrives. I can afford it now and I won't be a further burden to you. You've been a life saver and I've been taking advantage of you. It has to stop."He looked at her, trying to get his brain to develop a reasonable argument to stop her crazy insistence at. 15. How old was the most junior and callow woman you humped and laid till you were zonked out and ready to drop dead?Eighteen! I am not mentioning more than this.16. Do you have sex with anyone you don't think the world of—or must it be someone that you hold dear and cherish deeply in your heart?If I am not alcohol blitzed and boozed-up, I will otherwise be thoughtful and discreet who I take to bed with me.17. What do you relish about sex?The orgasms and carnal satisfactions, of course!18. What. Just as quickly, he pulls my hips up and thrust fully into me. Roughly he pounds into my cunt,forcefully fucking and reclaiming me. Plunging into my wet dripping pussy with each word.“Whose whore are you?”“I belong to you, Sir.”“That’s right!”“I will obey, Sir.” It came out breathless. His cock filled me with each thrust. He pulled my hair and wrapped his hand around my throat, anomalistically pounding. Oh, fuck I am right at the brink. Oh, fuck yes, I’m going to cum. My pussy clenching onto. Surprised as I had been by Mistress’ instruction to tell the audience about our child, I was even more surprised when she placed two pieces of paper onto the big conference table and invited the nearest camera operator to zoom in on them. I looked at the two items on the big screen behind us. One was my freedom from slavery act, signed by Mistress, and the other was a check, in my name, for one million American dollars, also signed by Mistress. I looked at those two pieces of paper, and all.