Dawn is paid fifteen hundred a month to do the cleaning and counter work and I do the maintenance and repairs. The place is really not that hard to ta...e care of since eleven of the units are really small apartments that are rented by the month and Dawn is not required to clean them. The other fourteen are usually full on Friday and Saturday, but during the week we usually don't have more than six or seven overnights. With free rent and paid utilities we are able to live off my wages and bank. It was a pair of handcuffs with long stemmed roses wrapped around each cuff. She wanted to have M.B., for Master Bill, tattooed in one of the cuffs and M.K., for Mistress Keira, in the other. They made the appointment for the following Monday after Bill left on his trip. The tattoo artist said it would take several hours to do the tattoos. Keira asked her name."My friends call me Karen," the artist replied, "I own this store."As they walked back to the car Keira asked Amber, "Are you sure?". He fucked her ass at least twice a day in between her oral sessions. She seemed insatiable. He always used a condom, and she always made sure to remove it and clean off his cock with her mouth. He did her missionary style, doggie style, her-on-top, standing up, bent over the kitchen counter; he did her ass in just about every conceivable position, and even a few he had never conceived.Sometimes she would let him suck her clittie, but never to completion. She always insisted that he eat her ass. I would join them. I headed into the dinette and took a seat at the table with them. The sudden silence was palpable. "What, not even a hello, Sam? I mean if you're going to take care of business, I mean if I'm just a job, shouldn't it at least start with a little politeness?" I said. "Bruce I..." she started. I smiled. "It's okay," I said. "Bruce, please. It's not what you think," she said. Now I laughed. "Short, old, dickless, demanding? Carlson—and the other guys?" I said. "Did I miss.