..? You're not badlookin'...tits okay, legs good....? Butyou jus' don' seem like the type,honey." ??? She felt herself getting red.? ??? "No!?I-I COU...D be....? I c-couldbe...um...anything you wanted me tobe.? I do really need a job, Mr. Triandos.Please." ??? He shrugged and passed her a pen and anapplication form."Maybe.? Sit.?Fill this out."? He returnedto his magazine. ??? Filling out the form was quick enough.? Name, sex, age (31), SSN (fromthe bogus ID), hair (auburn), eyes (hazel),. I became suddenly aware of the habit because every time my hand reached the back of my head, I found a bunch of staples with no small level of pain. The resulting effect was two-fold. For one, it rudely ended my minor relief of tension. Second (and worst of all), it served as a reminder about Katie, thus adding to my stress. It was almost like a cruel joke: when you have something unpleasant in the back of your mind—well, I had a literal reminder on the back of my head causing me both. She couldn´t help feeling a little relieved, though she knew that he was just saving this for later. Then he slapped her behind two times.“This will be the signal...when ever I slap your ass two times, I want you on your knees and I need you to open up your mouth and be ready to receive your master….Do you understand that, my lovely young bitch?“Yes, I do, sir”she got down on her knees on the dusty floor in front of him, her mouth wide open and the thin chain between the two bracelets sliding. However, she wasn’t nearly quick enough as Louise hollered out her orgasm at last. But Paul relentlessly kept licking Louise’ smasming pussy while Shirley continued to stroke his prick. She then slithered around until she was in position to get her mouth around his growing member. Louise continued rocking back and forth to increase the effect of Paul’s big tongue. Eventually, Paul said that he was ready. Louise said that she had not stopped being ready and that was the signal for Paul to crouch.