Now I had a job and was only serving Master Keith in the evenings and onthe weekends. Master David made it clear that this was about to change.He won ...hat week, so he dragged me by my hair out of my own house andthrew me into the trunk of his car. He tossed a roll of duct tape in andtold me that he expected to see my tied up tightly by the time hearrived at my new home.I did my best, but I suspect that Master David was driving erraticallyon purpose, making it difficult to tie myself up. A quivering velvet hand grasped my wrist, lifted my arm. Fingertips pressed against mine and moulded my hand into a cup. 'Keep your eyes closed and tell me. Go!' 'Your voice is trembling; you’re shaking. Sweating. Fingers warm, soft, clammy. So gentle. Lifting my hand. Guiding me. Oh, God... are you sure?" 'Yes.' 'Alive, firm, pliant. Filling my palm. Heavy. Jesus Christ! Beautiful. Indescribable.' 'Try!' Sounds were now inadequate. Fingertips slid across the short hairs on the nape of my neck. ” I stick out my tongue and play around with the cock. Pretending to tease just the head, then kissing the shaft. I make out with the dildo for another minute before I practice my real blow job. I am sticking it in my mouth deep. Sometimes to my cheek, but mostly back until my reflex makes me want to gag. Tears well up and that’s when I know it’s deep enough. He can hear the gurgling of spit and as I jab the cock in my mouth.“You’re so hot. I would fucking tear up that pussy right now if I was. ’ ‘To hell it does!’ The woman flounced up into the Chevy, slammed the door, grated the gears as she moved forward but had to wait for passing traffic to clear before pulling out into the busy thoroughfare. Nash smiled, listening to the burbling of the well-tuned V8 motor echoing through the exhaust. No-one would have finished a rebuild like that so immaculately without tossing in a new motor. Why anyone would place such a vehicle in the hands of a woman was beyond reason — unless, of course,.