" Y... Yes, Sir," she breathed, blushing hotly."Don't try to manipulate me for your own ends. Ask me. No more 'kidding' or playing games." I sighed. A...nie looked like she might cry. "Listen carefully, because I'm not going to say this again, okay?" She nodded. "I don't want any crap, Annie. As God knows, I've taken enough of it over the years. By that I mean no arguing or talking back, I won't stand for it. You and I will discuss things, not argue. And I would suggest you steer clear of. All the time praising her for being a good girl, a brave girl.This helped Sally stop sobbing and is a part of our method of building the character of girls.I traced some of the strokes the Mead had placed on the backs of her thighs. The moved up to comment on the cuts to her sit spot.Little did Sally know that these had been arranged by me! Finally tracing the hard, parallel tramlines on her full bottom.By this time the cuts were coming to fruition, some weeping a little blood. The poor girl. ? In fact,I mostly agree.? It's hard to think Iwas ever anything more than his junkie slave. Sometimeshe demands my active participation in the verbal barrage, making it a dialoguebetween us.? He tells me what to say,although I know what he wants to hear already.?Feeling powerless to refuse, I collaborate with creative self-effacingdescriptions to fuel his ego.? Betweenmouthfuls of his penis, I chant my submission to him with words of his ownstyle.? Those were the words he wanteddragged out. That would make you over four lakhs a month.” I thought of a while, ”And if we can get some foreigners who pay in dollars, it would still be better.” She was now pushing her ass back at me and I was moving my cock between her warm ass cheeks.“And as such we shall charge extra for additional services like threesome or anal sex. But you got to be careful about AIDS.” I gave my expert opinion in a business-like voice.“Excepting oral sex, I insist that the man must use condom. I play it safe. And I.