Although I had not meant to, I had already moved closer to your door. I could hear the muffled melody from some music in your room but could not ident...fy it. Now I could see you more clearly, your hair was still damp, from a shower perhaps, or a relaxing bath, and I caught the scent of lavender in the air. You shifted again slightly, parting your legs a little and allowing me to see that you were not indeed wearing any panties. My heart thumped inside my chest. What if I was caught? What if you. ..” “Yes, my slave?” The blows stopped, and relief flooded in. Yet as I looked up at her, I saw disappointment in her eyes and I felt saddened by it. I needed to serve her, to please her. Kathy had asked me to. I wanted to. Even though it might be hard, I wanted to. “Please, Goddess... harder. I want to give you my tears and sobbing to enjoy. Please, please, please.” I broke down into a pathetic chain of pleases, overcome by the sense of shame at begging to be brought to tears by a stranger's. I bet Matt would like protection from this guy in Griffith, Mario Brindisi, sending killers his way. If that’s the case we’ll have to take Mario out of the picture, and very soon.”“I’m worried, does Matt really know what he’s asking of us?”“Yes, he does. A few years back you were out of the country when he caused a shoot out between police and some Hell’s Angels because he stopped them from kidnapping some kids by bashing the shit out of their lead man. He got creased while acting as a human. While clothed, she felt completely naked and vulnerable, but with a hint of excitement about the unknown. The events from last night kept playing over and over in her head, and she could only imagine what story the pictures Sarahs camera told. As she walked into the house, her husband Jack was sitting at the kitchen table reading the Sunday paper, sipping on a cup of coffee. She felt it was best to avoid any close contact with Jack until she showered off the smell of pussy she knew she reeked.