I cry out in that moment of raw sensation, feeling every nerve ending opening. My entire body tenses in a single breath and my teeth clench down upon...the bit. I can still feel the thing pressed into my skin, searing my flesh – and everything, very briefly goes sideways. I feel Mistress’ hand upon me – guiding, watching and almost hear Her wishing she could be up front, paying more attention to my reaction, but it is important that it is by Her hand that the mark is placed upon me. I can. She picked up the pace. Sometimes she leant forward to facilitate her clit getting some action He tried to raise his hips to gain further entry into her cavern but he could get no more of his cock into her. She was using his full length as she bottomed on his cock. They both felt the sensations that the inner friction was giving to their so sensitive genitalia. His cock head, her clit. His frenulum, her g-spot. Up and down, in and out, she kept the steady rhythmic fucking going, building to. I kissed her skin, and cupped her breasts. I could not get enough of her lovely creamy breasts. She would undress me, and lay next to me. We touched everywhere. My fingers skated across her smooth flat belly. I loved to feel the softness of her body, savor her smells. I wasn't bold enough yet to taste her again. Taste her warm nectar. I touched it, i slid my fingers into her, curled my fingertips until i felt the rough nub of her g-spot and then, i would feel her, feel the power i had, feel her. Most crews have ex-employees, especially delivery mules, who have scores to settle. These come in handy and Pat scooped them up as soon as they were available. Pat controlled his crew just like Governments, and like them, had spies all over the place. Each spy had his own job and reported any new info they come across, for which they were paid. Most of it was just useless rubbish, relayed just to get some cash, but every now and then, they were useful. This would be one of them.