Say: I’m your dirty little slavecunt, Mistress.??I’m your dirty little slavecunt, Mistress.??Get up on your feet, slavecunt, I want to inspect you... Now!?Christine began to get up from the bed clumsily.?Faster, you fuckmeat!?Her voice scared Christine: this time for real. It was metal. It was ruthlessness you only could obey. As fast as she could, Christine stood beside the bed, trembling, her stomach twisted in one icy knot. Miss Westlake was studying the girl’s body, still sitting on the bed,. I stopped ta offer he'p, an' the bastard pulled a gun on me. The next thin' I knew, 3 other galoots rode up an' I wuz dragged on a hoss. We rode ta that cave ya found me in by a long, round-about route, with me sittin' in the saddle in front of that bastard, Jesse."I knew I was in trouble, 'cuz I could feel his hard cock pressin' into my ass the whole trip. Soon's we got ta the cave, they stripped my clothes off an' raped me, Jesse first. An' they kept on rapein' me whenever one of them could. . It reminded her of something she barely dared to think of, and it wasn't human for sure!!The next hour or so, Anna concentrated on his muscles in motion. The cables that were running over his arms and legs. His powerful charges with which he blew away any opponent, sometimes three in one go! It was an awesome display of force and power. A man who made a girl feel SAFE. Not some wimpy Latino Casanova-wannabe!!From time to time, he would return to the bench, sitting just a few feet from her. He. Sears will not be the last client who speaks harshly to him."If Mr. Hart doesn't grow up, Your Honor, you're going to have to set aside another judge just for hearing his whining."Judge Markle shook her head gravely."Just what did you say, Mr. Sears?" she asked me.I smiled at the woman."I called him a sniveling twit and told him he didn't want me as an enemy," I replied. It was almost word for word what Judge Markle had said to me five years before.The judge burst out laughing."Mr. Hart," she.