Wait!!! Wait!!! "Wake the fuck up!!!" My lucid dreaming side said!!! "Wake the fuck up!!!" And I did!!! I looked down, and there was my step-mom, who...had crawled up under the blankets and sheets from the base of the bed...She crept between my legs, and was looking at me with those shining blue eyes, as her right hand held tightly to the shaft of my rock hard cock... "I'm never letting go..." she told me, as she lowered her wet lips back over the head of my cock, and began bobbing up and down!. We checked into your client listings while you were missing. You understand. We weren’t snooping. You had obviously been grabbed. Every client, every contact became suspect. Between the time of your, let’s say unannounced vacation, and your abduction you lost close to ten percent of your original customer base.’ Susan, ‘I know I lost a few people early on, but I more than made up for it later.’ O’Hara, ‘You mention a man named Camulos. Do you know who he is?’ Susan, ‘Yes, he was the awful man. This place had only one eviction in the last three years, and a few cleanup jobs when tenants moved out, so it was a matter of sweeping, mopping, and getting copies of keys made when the locks were changed. And then there were perks that the landlord did not know about. Just before every new tenant moved in, John entered their apartment and changed the light bulbs for new ones to keep one from burning out right away. The owner never asked what he did with the old ones, so he must assume. Instead, burning pain across both cheeks of my stretched bum. "One, thank you, Sir," I remember to say, just in time. I catch a glimpse of your hand holding what looks like a carpet slipper, just before the next stroke. "Two, thank you, Sir," I say, my voice shaky. Another smack, spreading the fiery stinging. "Three, thank you, Sir," I manage to get out. I wait, tensed. Nothing. Then smack! I scream briefly, before reciting, "Four, thank you, Sir." Fingers rubbing gently, checking there is no.