I used to love that house. What's not to love about it? A large regency house overlooking Richmond park, of course I loved it and so, I thought, did J...ckie. Now it was just an empty shell. All the happiness I'd known there was gone.I don't know how long I paced around the house trying to find something to be happy about. It got dark, it got light again but it meant nothing. I could hear the telephone ringing somewhere in the distance. I tried to think of the last time I was happy without. In case anyone is connected with the law and if they are on their pay roll. The Ike Man prays on young girls normally. Most you never see again. He trades in young human female flesh. Trafficking. The occasional young beautiful male. They all end up in Saudi Arabia. Ike works for Sheik Saad Janani. The Sheik has diplomatic Immunity. He can’t be touched. He was also at the club with Ike the other night and wants Grace for a Saudi Prince who is looking for an experienced beasty girl to live with. It's heaven to kiss you. Your cinnamon caramel lips almost become one with mine. They are so soft and full. And so are mine. It is amazing feeling the press against each other. I breathe into you and you into me. I pause. and pause. open our eyes. Our lips still touching but no movement. Nothing. Then as if we were boxers and the bell was struck, we attack each other. Your tongue enters my mouth and tangles with mine. We suck and kiss with me behind you, my hands exploring your Botticelli body. ”“You know what this means don’t you?” She shook her head, short hair bouncing off her shoulders. “Have you been using those plugs I told you to use?” She looked up at me, eyes wide, and nodded.“Yes, Master… Why?” Hunger flooded through me at the thought of all the things I could make her do. “Cause now I’m gonna violate your little ass hole!” Her jaw dropped open.“Master, it’s not big enough yet!”“I don’t care. When you disobey the rules you must accept your punishment. Now show it to me…”My.