I was gentle; I swear I was.”Arlene cracked four eggs into a bowl to scramble them. “You’re making that mountain out of the molehill you used to...tease me about.” Grinning at him, her eyes twinkling as she stirred the eggs and poured them into a skillet, she added, “Her pussy is sore. Well, maybe a lot sore, but she will be fine in a couple of days. Then you can fuck her brains out and send her home with a pussy full of come to remind her that she made love with her man.”“I hope you’re right.. "Is it connected to the Knights Templar?" Gavin asked.He knew that shot in the dark had hit home by the change in Sinclair's expression."What do you know of the Order?" Sinclair asked."Only that it was the church's bank hundreds of years ago and that it was disbanded in the early 1300s. I read somewhere that some of them fled to Scotland and then some cock and bull story about the Templars funding your family on a voyage to discover the Americas."Sinclair visibly relaxed, apparently relieved at. " Oh... I didn't know. I'm sorry I..." Do you have your license and registration?" the officer said"Yes, of course."The officer pointed her flashlight at the glovebox allowing Chloe to find the documents and pass them up to the officer's waiting hand."Chloe Miller, is this you?" The officer held up the license."Yes, Ma'am," Chloe said."Would you step out of the vehicle please."Chloe gulped. It wasn't a request. She'd only been pulled over once before and that was when she got her first car.. I think it had better be ‘Mistress Santos’ from now on, don’t you?” I raise my eyebrows. Jimmy pauses for a moment, realising that this is about more than just names. He swallows, grins, and looks me right in the eyes as he says: “yes, Mistress Santos.”I’m torn. On one level I’ve succeeded, I’ve broken Jimmy and turned him into my obedient little slave, but mostly I feel like I was right all along - boys are led around by their dicks and will put up with anything that gets their rocks off once.