The door opened, we exited and Marcus took my hand. We walked around a corner, there was a short wide hallway that ended in glass. I walked up close t... the glass wall, I was looking out over the lake. The water was shimmering in the moonlight, clear to the horizon. Marcus walked back to his door and ushered us into his home.I marveled at the expansiveness of the apartment. So much glass looking over the lake. Marcus tossed his keys on a stand near the door.“Anyone for a drink?” He asked.No one. That turned out to be not much at all.Thin and kind of old, she was nearing sixty anyway, and a very old school black, as they say. Mercy had been born into slavery shortly after the war and would most likely die a slave. She'd had a child at fifteen, a half-breed with Mr. Reiser's father, and that was how she'd come to be so close with our Master. Mercy had been his wet nurse and nanny, and later his personal maid until he'd gone to college. After graduating, he'd received her as a gift from. "Do you like this, you slut? " He thrust into me with a lot of force. "Nod you head if you do." I did, I loved this. I was already close to cumming, the climax building faster by the second, its so hard to hold it back until I am allowed to cum. "Do you want to know who is fucking your pussy?" He asked roughly. I shook my head telling him no, like this it was more exciting and thrilling. "Then cum for us, you cum slut whore." Tom ordered my and I did with such a relief of being able to. My. Men. With significant income. The same guys who'll pay two or three grand extra for a plane that will get them somewhere an hour earlier. Ten grand is a drop in the bucket. Particularly if you can manage to get their voices on the video, like this one did, so they can pretend they're the guy with the big cock fucking whoever they want. I mean, if you had a living doll you could do anyone. You'd only need like 500 clients a year. And that's assuming they only want one video a year." And that.