Truly, I did not like leaving my slave’s side and did not do so unless I absolutely had to anymore. It was something fascinating I had found in myse...f, this strange attachment that kept this tortured little creature close at hand and allowed her to sleep in my private rooms.But of course there were other not so glamorous parts of the underworld and it would be these parts that started this little twisted tale. It was rare that I made mistakes anymore and I had been shot exactly three other. ‘Shay, she asked me over to her place for dinner with her and her husband. I wouldn’t think she was old enough to be married, but she turned out to be nearly 30!’ Marcie continued on. ‘I dressed up, my cutest little slinky mini, the black heels you gave me last Christmas, a tight little thong and hoped that I’d feel sexy. God, was that the right choice to make!’ ‘When I got to her house, she had on this powder-blue halter and — well, kind of shorts, kind of panties – nearly see-thru. She let me. No matter how many times we fucked, I would never get sick of smelling, inhaling, and tasting the juices that Becca's pussy produced. Becca slid the vibrating panties on. She moaned as she activated the vibrating bullet that was inside of them. "Aw, now that's much better," she admitted. "Yeah, sucks that I'm going to have to get you a new cheerleading uniform," I remarked. "That's why I got you those panties. They fit perfectly with it." "New uniform?" she asked. "Who said anything about. He then stalked the jug, captured it, and settled down with his back up against one of the front wagon wheels. Cameron set his own mental alarm clock for 2 in the morning and went to sleep.He woke up with a snap. A mental review replayed a sharp clink and a muffled curse. Cameron carefully turned over to check the camp. Hamfist had apparently kicked the empty jug when he got up to wake Ratso for his turn on watch. From the position of the moon it appeared to be about midnight. Ratso came awake.