“Okay,” she said. “Sure, why not? But I have to eat early and sleep early.”“Italian place over there,” I said, gesturing. “Six o’clock...”“Cool.” I spent the rest of the day thinking about Irina. Of course she wasn’t scared of accepting a dinner invitation. I like to think I come across as a nice guy, I know for a fact I’m not a danger to women and this one could punch holes in me anyway.I Googled her and there she was: regional super-middleweight champion. Soon to be fighting for the national. . ." Maria closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. "And then I sucked him off. I'm a whore. A lousy, stinking whore."DeeDee shook her, shook her hard. "Stop that! You're not a whore." Then what? A whore in training?" Lambkins, they set you up. Beauty treatment, new dress, perfume and then waiting for him to arrive, all that mental foreplay. Anything short of a beating would have been a relief. He was skilled. He knew just where to touch, how to stroke, how to play you. And you, you were. "No, Jake, please, no..." she cried while I did it."Shut up, slut," I said. "Or you want me to use the belt again?"She stopped talking now, but her eyes were still filled with tears. I now started sucking the other one, and touching the one I used to suck before. She cried now, altough not only with diagreement but there was also a bit of pleasure now.I looked around the room. i saw some alligator clips on the cupboard in the corner. I picked them up, and put them on Cindy's nipples. She let. Sure.Alexandria looked at my offered hand, "What? You want to shake hands like warriors about to do battle or something?"I thought about that for a second and nodded. "Something like that."She shook her head again. "I may have been standing still as my Mistress instructed, but I was still paying attention. You gain something with touch, especially skin-to-skin."She was sharp. That didn't help. I started to grab for her but she pulled away just out of reach. She wiggled her finger in my face..