.. " Elise Bentley hired me'" The mention of her name perked my captors'interest. "She lost touch with you and wants to check up-on-on herhusband Rex-..."I could tell at once they knew what I was talking about, but they playedit Cool."Why should we know anything about this woman? Or her husband?" Jenniferprobed."Please!" I was still hopping about in pain, and still bouncing. "I-I'ma Private Investigator! She told me everything about-about what she didto hervhusband and how you two were -uh-. ”Shit, I’d really stepped in it. First, I over-stepped my bounds, then I tried to argue with my Mistress. I’d be lucky if she didn’t send me away, then what would I do?I sat on the bed waiting for Mistress Susanna to go to bed. I thought my bladder might burst, but she told me to go to my room, and I didn’t want to risk disobeying her again.Sooner than I could have hoped, I heard her going to her room. I waited a few moments before dashing to the bathroom, and doing the bare minimum so that I. His cock was simply emptying itself in the air, the creamy deluge splashing into her crotch and onto her belly.A thick squirt shot up and flowed into Karen's deep cleavage. Another spurt splashed her nipples and skimmed on up into the hollow of her throat.Karen churned and thrashed and squirmed under him as he hosed her with his slime. The stuff was so hot and thick that it felt like lava as it splashed on her cunt bush and splattered on her grinding belly. She thought the fiery stuff might. ? But once againit began to haunt me, mesmerize me, and drive me to the brink of what I thoughtwas my own limit of desire. ?The Wishing Stone?.? I sighed?it was both the blessing andbane of my existence at this point.? Itglittered gently in the sunlight, casting small rainbows on the floor.? At this point, I had taken to living in PussySlave?s house so as to keep her out of trouble. ?So what do you suppose I should do with this?? I dangled itin front of her eyes like it was some kind of mouse.