Tricia said, “Has my little slave been a good boy and not cum?”Chad was still gagged and could not reply but nodded his head up and down.Tricia wa...ked over to him and removed the gag and Chad said, “Mistress. Please let me cum… I need to cum!”Tricia said, “ I will give you a reward and let you cum on one condition.”Chad replied, “Anything Mistress! Your slave needs to cum!”“You must agree to pay me a tribute of $100.00 every time I give you the privilege of letting your pathetic little cock. "Thank you," I responded before going on. "Now to start things off I want to talk about Ali's main camp. From all appearances it had to have been built a few years ago and it certainly wasn't built by locals. The materials all had to be imported from other Earths and it had to be assembled by professional construction workers, which makes my first question this: how did you miss this fact once you were free of the control of the corporation?" Information overload," Hope responded in a manner. When he was satisfied that he had removed as much of the pulp as possible, Alex held between his fingers the sharp needle tip of the leaf, from which dangled a long tassel of hair-like fibers.One by one, he stripped the outer fibers away until he was left with a single strand, still attached to the sharply pointed tip of the leaf. Carefully, he cleaned the remaining fiber of the last vestiges of pulp and sand, then, using his fingers to feel the edges of the cut on his cheek, he closed the. Although I meant no harm at all, making it seem like I did always excited us both. "What...Is...The...Rule?" I said again with more force causing her to squirm in the chair, a visible glint of wetness showing between her legs. "Not in Daddy's chair when he's not home...", she said quietly. "What don't we do in Daddy's chair when he's not home?" I said sternly tracing the tip of the blade across her cheek and down to the topmost button of the shirt, eliciting a visible shudder from her and.