She reached down, her hand tangling in my hair as she jerked my head back, the force of it bringing tears to my eyes. “Well you stupid whore even th...ugh you do not deserve it I will give you a reward but next time I had better not have to tell you what to do. Do you understand me bitch?” “Yes ma’am I will remember.” “Bitch you will address me as Mistress do you understand or are you to fucking stupid to remember that?” “Yes ma’am Mistress I will remember.” Without another word she yanked my. I started by sending simple one page letters to each of those on the top two levels of leaders below the overall boss. However, I didn’t include the head of the gang. I didn’t say much. But each recipient of a letter got a brief dossier of himself and a question regarding how much could he trust the other members of the gang since they had passed on so much information on him in particular. Each letter was ended with a cartoon figure of a cat. I assumed, correctly as it turned out, that none of. She opened her bathroom door taking her right into her own room. It was then, when she heard another sound coming from her window similar to the first one. She opened her window to find Dylan standing and waiting for her. He wore his hair long even though Zoey always told him to cut it. It was already past his shoulders.“Hey!” Zoey said under her breath so her parents wouldn’t hear.“Hey to you too.” Dylan shouted up to Zoey.“Shut up! My dad will hear you!” Zoey said under her breath once. It was only when she reachedthe underside of her large white bra that she regained her self-control. Shequickly covered herself, and stared at the ground. "Cow," the man said, andBeth instinctively looked up at him fast enough to catch a faint smile on hislips, "You were given an order." He stood in front of her, and she looked atthe ground again. "Do you remember what happens when you don't follow orders?" heasked, his hand brushing the outside of her shorts, over her pussy. "Pleasegive me.