"I don't know. Chelsea do you think she was sincere?" he asked. "No, Master. I think she needs to beg better than that!" Chelsea said grinning. She wa... just glad to see someone else begging for a change! "You heard her. Try again, slut!" he said to the desperate girl. "OH MASTER PLEASE! Please let me cum! Oh please I'll do anything, anything you want! Just please, let me cum!" "Very well then, But I'm going to hold you to that promise my little slut!" he said. Positioning himself beside her, he. .The rental agent seems to understand about us coming back to Leadville, and like a real salesman, he wants to know if we'd like to keep the car.I answer, "I don't think so since we plan on using the taxi driver to help us find the people we need in Leadville."The rental agent says, "Well, I will have to charge you for the miles and of course today's rental."I reply, "Of course. Can I use your phone to call the taxi driver?"He replies, "Sure, let me go out and get the miles off the car and I. "I wouldn't imagine they do, Sir," I replied, blinking eventually when the shock wore off. "So you'd say you're one of a select few?" he asked boldly, smiling as if he knew he had caught me. He had, after all, and I was doing a very poor job of saving face. I swallowed hard, walking gently away from him and putting the creamer back in the fridge. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh darling, I may not have been the top of my class in school but I know what it sounds like and even what. Is that all, master?”“Yes.” Bob replied, as she went to her bedroom. He followed her just to make sure that his orders were being followed. She did as she was told. He went to his room to get his bag of goodies. He took his sweet time about it; he wanted her to stew for a few minutes.When Bob entered her room, he turned to the door and locked it. Putting the bag down on the bed, he began to inspect her. She was wearing a set of pajamas because it was still early in the day and she had not.