Well maybe just this one.Gia noticed that Denise's living quarters were a far far cry fromChristopher's. Whereas her master was neat and somewhat orde...ly, Denisewas chaotic and a bit messy. Her place was a mish mash of studio sets,strange art and clothes strewn all over the place."Okay" said Denise cheerfully "Let's get you out of these jammies"Gia looked a bit hesitant as she wasn't sure if she should undress ornot"Don't be shy, Gia" purred Gia "Its Okay"Without a hint of hesitation Denise. Sloppiness wasn’t allowed. It could get him killed. Worse, it could get him caught. She wasn’t his first, he had practiced his trade, honed it to a fine edge that was just as sharp as the knife. He had gotten good at picking and choosing among the ranks of the sacrificial. He knew the ones that wouldn’t be missed quickly, the ones that were the easiest to pluck out of the horde and make his own. It was easy. A gentle smile. A questioning look. A first innocent meeting. He was lucky. The knife. He was eager to please, and always does. Our talks were fun in the beginning – I guess because we didn’t know each other that well, each other’s likes and dislikes – they were your average sex conversations. We both would peak in orgasms but it wasn’t anything to write a story about. Now after we’ve been talking for a while our conversations are anything but ‘vanilla’ and he turns me on in ways I didn’t think were ever possible – never mind the fact that he does it all with his mind and over a. ˜Where is your bra madam? he asked me absently ˜I shall put them together securely. Turning a shade redder I managed to utter ˜you dont have to worry about it mr.Karim . I¦ I hadnt bro-th-er-ed to we-ar it today. It somehow made me horny to talk dirty like this. Mr.Karim gave a hearty laugh and said ˜Oh, I see madam and walked with my blouse while I stood frozen watched him walk away just like that with my blouse to the next room and while walking away from me, back facing me, he sniffed it in.