"And of course you will always need more of those lovely things, because, as you can imagine, they tend to get worn out quickly and suffer more than t...eir fair share of wear and tear during the working day; or should I say working evening," he laughed."And I can't have my punters complaining that my girls dress like shit now can I?" he mocked."Besides; look on the bright side, you get to keep everything you pay for and I'll let you keep any tips; pardon the pun," he laughed."In a few weeks,. "Let them perish," said Owen. "A certain, smaller write off is better than a larger, uncertain write off."There was an uncomfortable, ten second silence, with Marchant and Vanda exchanging a meaningful glance, which surprised Owen. Marchant didn't seem to be one to have anything but a distant, commanding relationship with his slaves. Finally, Marchant said, "All right then. Thumbs down it is." Owen hoped Marchant was referring to the hand gesture Roman emperors made to decide the fate of. ”The sudden heat rising on her ass took her completely by surprise and even made her involuntarily yelp. A sting of dull pleasurable pain emanated in her body. “You spanked me?” She asked. He had done it before, but the sheer force and unexpectedness took her back. “Didn’t you say I should be more assertive?” He said. Another smack on her ass sent her shivering in delight. “Hurry,” she begged. “Aren’t you my slut?”Another smack, which made dig her nails into the hardwood floor. “Yes baby,” she. Another fucking chancer... another useless fucking cunt who thinks just because she can read it she can do it" ~crescendo now... full rant mode~ the word fuck being used not so much for punctuation as to emphasise and her recoiling every time as if slapped... "of all the fuck ugly pigs i could be spending my time with i get to spend it with you..." and with that... little miss pretty... for she is really very pretty indeed.... and was very stylishly dressed when she arrived... and hell those.