After lunch I put the backpack sprayer on the pickup and told her I'd drop her off at the field in the truck. When I stopped along the field where I h...d picked her up, she said, "Lunch was on you, dessert is on me." I asked her, "What've you got in mind?" She said, "Shut the truck off and whip it out," glancing down to my crotch. I undid my pants and pulled them down to my thighs. She leaned down in the seat and had my limp dick in her mouth in no time. Since she had my dick in her mouth, I. Gets ’em every time.’ She introduced herself as Mara and asked if he wanted to dance. She reminded him of someone he used to know, her sly smile, the crook in her nose, someone close to him. As Mike looked down at the bar he noticed his gin and tonic was empty, had he finished that already? Mara pulled him off the barstool and out onto the dance floor where the flashing lights strobed in time to the music. Mike couldn’t keep his eyes off the red ruby that hung around her neck. He closed his. In this manner the girl maydeflower herself or sometimes be forced into this action while beingunseen by the slave. I have no knowledge of the number of times I havefound myself trapped by the bed. I think that often there is no otherwoman and that it is my owner who wishes my service in this manner. Thetop of the bed is not flat since this might be uncomfortable for theMistress, but contoured around the slave's body. The bed presents theultimate in bondage devices by rendering the slave not. Mann," Elizabeth opened."Objection," Baker, who wasn't even back to his seat yet, turned and said. "The witness is a sworn police officer. She should address him by his proper title." Your Honor," Elizabeth responded, "a point of law for Mr. Baker, if I might. 'Officer' is not a courtesy title recognized by the Courts. In point of fact, it is not a title, it is a job. Just as the witness and others should address me as 'Ms. Vargas-Wallace' and not as 'Attorney Vargas-Wallace' or 'Counselor.