Another five minutes and I was gone. My balls erupted, and I had sperm filling up my condom. “God, that was amazing.” I said as I collapsed on her...back. “Did you mean it?”“Mean what?” She asked through ragged breaths. “That you liked all of it?”Christine turned her head to face me and I saw the blush creeping up her cheeks. “I did. I meant it.” I slipped out of her and walked away from her. “Are you going to let me go now?” I didn’t answer her. “You had your fun. I enjoyed it. So please, let me. I shall send food for you, and our housekeeper will ready a bath. We'll try to find some clothes for you and your children, too. I don't have to tell you not to try and abuse our hospitality?" Lord, no! Madam, we're right grateful. Will you really give us food? We had nothing but rats and boiled nettles for days." I'll see to it. First, you have to clean up, though. Then you'll eat, and after that, we can decide what to do about you and your children. How old are they?" Tim is twelve, Madam,. " The bet?" Yep. It's twenty-five grand now. We changed the agreement." Okay. Explain it to me. You get money. What does Sarah get?" Power, control, dominance. But, she didn't win the fifteen thousanddollar bet. I won that using my brain." I told her about the Xanax andhow it gave me back control."The Xanax that I gave you. So you now owe me."I smiled. Margie Dixon, or as I nicknamed her, Maggie, and I had anaffair when I first got hired. We've stayed good friends. "Whateveryou'd. He stank of weed, tobacco, piss and cheap beer. And his arms showed several needle marks. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I felt sick and a little sorry for the guy. But I would certainly not lower myself that far. So I decided to keep walking. "You don't know what your missing, asshole!", shouted the guy. He got angry once he noticed that I wasn't interested in his brand of 'a good time'.The hotel I booked myself into was nothing special. A place to sleep, and a hot shower. More.