" NO! No Sir. I would love for you to come over. I just can't believe you would want to, Sir." What did I tell you yesterday, Mouse?" That I am your s...ut, cunt, whore, and friend, Sir." Anytime, anywhere, slave. Never forget that." Never, Sir. You want to use me here, Sir?" I thought I would come see my new slave girl. I would love up on her a little bit, so that she knows and understands just what I am, and what she is." Oh God, Sir! I would love that. My Mother is here though." All the. "Ok agreed, but before I sleep with her, not after ok" I said."Fair enough," she agreed, "where's the camera." I dug it out of my drawer and hand it to her along with two packs of film.Within five minutes she back with her top only loosely buttoned."How do you work this fucking thing?" she asked hotly, handing me the camera and the opened film pack. I showed her how to insert the film into the camera body, copping a sneak view of her tits under her top. Now happy, she returned to her room. I. I grabbed her pigtails and gripped them tightly. She pushed my dick down her throat, and the sensation became even greater. At that moment, I began to fantasize about the cheerleader footage that I had shot and all of the cheerleaders' sexy bodies and naughty poses. The semen in my cock began to rise, and I knew that I was in for one incredible orgasm.Suddenly, Becca stopped sucking me and yanked my cock out of her mouth. I groaned as I felt the orgasm, but I didn't ejaculate. I collapsed onto. When she felt the body stop moving, she waited, counting to herself. When enough time had passed, she pulled him up again. He flopped around, limp. Satisfied, she dragged him to where the water lapped against the land, and there she bared her claws. Over the rain, there was a ripping sound.The water turned red.***"I'm home," Angela said, closing the door behind her. She took off her wet coat and shouldered Charles' messenger bag. Her mother looked at her, blinking. "You're soaked!" she said."I.