” As if that explained it.We kept looking.“Alright, then. Jara got fired from his Postal job ... been on the dol for a few ... three nights ago he...shows up with this mate of his. They started racking in the loo, his mate was off his head and Jara, the bastard, sold me. Fuck me. I might be up the spout. I dunno. It’s too soon to test.“The bastard called me a Quadroon slut because I wouldn’t suck his while his mate was doing me fanny. Then he ups and hits me. Took me ring and walked off. Me boss. Besides, the last assignment with Mr. Marx involved the authorities and no end of paper work to cover up the mess.His fingers came to rest on the initials of Mr. Salim. This was a potential, Mr. Salim was into bestiality. He was very wealthy and owned a secluded stable with horses, pigs and dogs. Massimo wet his lips in morbid anticipation as he pictured Rachel nude and filthy, down on all fours and mounted from the rear by a huge sheep dog.But he paused in mid-thought. The last model he. “So sissy, what have you bought?”“Panties Master”“Show me sissy”By now my mind was simply spinning. Obediently I took the panties from the bag, and as soon as they were out Master removed the bag. “Hold them up and show me sissy”I could see a middle aged couple on the table next to ours pretending not to noticed what was happening but stealing glances in our direction. I felt very ashamed, a pervert, totally humiliated. Taking the panties from the table I held them up for Master to see. I could. ìNo, thank YOU, Mr. Big Dick!î she said and giggled. ìFor the drink and for letting me rub that big pecker of yours! You keep buying lap dances, Iím gonna start thinking youíre sweet on me and my titties!îìOh, I am, Miss Gretchen! I am!î he exclaimed. ìYouíre the best! The absolute best dancer ever!îìAwe!î Gretchen exclaimed, genuinely excited. ìThatís so sweet! But pleaseÖîShe stroked his sweating cheek. ìItís not MISS Gretchen. Itís GREEDY Gretchen! You know why?îShe took her shot from.