” She paused and asked, “Do you mind if I ask what they’re paying you?”Amber knew the reaction she’d get, “The four of us will get about t...enty-five thousand for about forty hours of being willing companions to twenty-five men. We’re a bargain at that price too.”Sam’s eyes flared, “Holy shit! I am definitely in the wrong fucking business. That’s half of what I make in a year.”“The deal was a minimum of twenty-eight-hundred per girl per night. That’s pretty standard for upscale escorts with that. He didn't even remember when this programming had taken place. Only that he wanted it. He wanted it as much as he wanted to protect the innocent an hour ago. The only thought that drove him now, however, was to obey the instructions. To be a good slave. A perfect spy and saboteur. He would bring the League to its knees just as he would bring all the enemies of his owners to their knees. But all these thoughts were lost in the orgasm that followed, which demanded the last of him. Even if the. .. this time with tongue.As soon as her tongue flitted between my lips, it was like a chain reaction. I kissed her back. I ran my hands under her shirt and over her diamond-hard nipples, clutching breasts that were too full to fit entirely in my hand. Her skin smelled like coconut sun tan lotion. Her lips were full and her tongue sweet. She reached down and grabbed the top of my prick. My obstinate member was so hot that her touch seemed almost startlingly cold. She began to massage that inch. He made appreciative noises, and asked about the fit and the comfort, as he walked around her."May I touch the erm, merchandise?" he enquired."Oh yes - Gently, of course."So he stroked the material on her breasts, stomach and buttocks with his fingertips - the sensations sending tiny electric shocks of passion through both of them.She returned to the changing room. They repeated the process several times, each time getting more and more tactile. He was slowly loosing his composure as well as.