In only moments she was shaking and having an orgasm the likes of which I’d not seen her have before.I sat back down on the settee and she lay down ...esting her head in my lap. I reached down and pulled her skirt up so that I could look at her hairy mound. I ran my hand over it allowing a finger to run down into the moisture of her pussy and she flinched quite violently; her clitoris still sensitive after the tongue-lashing I had given it.We heard Tricia’s mum coming down the stairs and quickly. 5. You must be in the apartment between 6pm-10pm every evening. During those times you must wear the collar provided and nothing else unless I lay out an outfit in your room. At 6pm you must present yourself in the middle of the living room, on your knees, face towards the front door.6. You are encouraged to orgasm as many times as you are able.If you agree to these terms and conditions, sign this note at the bottom and slide it under my bedroom door. We will start tonight.Hope to see you. It’s a wreck. Twisted, pock-marked, scarred, colored bright orange-red in some places, bluish-purple in others. Her right eye is obviously artificial ... a glass eye, which stares fixedly straight ahead. But because the other, normal eye is still bright, alive, intelligent (and a deep sea-green in color), the bad one often makes her appear cross-eyed. Her face is ... well, to put it succinctly, hideous.I am a professional salesman. And I’m a good salesman. I pride myself on being able to. (Good nosy people = cop;, bad nosy people = Hollywood reporter.) The detectives were each accompanied by a senior partner, so beyond the details of confirming who was where, when, it was really an exercise in frustration for them.When they got to me I claimed I had not heard the explosion because my headphones, Sennheiser 290 “Silverbacks,” had great noise isolation; they are used by professional DJs you know. The cop declined my offer to try them with some nasty Billy Idol - you can even hear.