“Beth is not here tonight,” Beth told Joe. “Slut is,” she pointed to her collar. “I will only answer to Slut or Mamma Slut tonight.”Joe lo...ked at it for a second and that said, “Good evening Slut.”Jon had come in at the end of the conversation but had heard what his Mom had said, “Mamma Slut is dinner ready yet?”She cringed to hear her son call her that. He seemed to like it, though.“And supper will be ready soon, Masters.” At least calling them Masters was becoming easier. Was that a good. You know you want to" I spend the next few hours convincing you I'm serious and that yes I do indeed want you to go, yes you nobody else. A few days later we fly first class out of Dallas, and after several plane changes we are standing in front of a surf and souvenir shop on the beach in Bali Bali. The man that apparently works for me tells me how we sell art made by several of the tribes in the area on consignment. The shop also sells plenty of trinkets and does all sorts of. I hopped the 9:10 train out of the city and back to home and settled in for a nice hour and a half long train ride back. It was pouring outside and I had my trench coat on. There were a couple of stragglers on train and with each stop the train emptied out more and more. I was 20 minutes into my trip when I looked up from my laptop and noticed that the only two people left on the train where myself and another lady. She was about 36 and beautiful. She wasn't dressed like a professional. Just before she came, she reached back and took his balls into her hand and squeezed the ball sack tightly, as if cutting off the flow of sperm from his testicles while levering her motion as she fucked him. She must have been hurting him as she fucked but she did not care a jot, this was the girls time and he was just supplying the cock for our pleasure. Finished, she stood over him, legs on either side of his face and as she looked down on him, she said, ‘Next one’ and slowly squated down.