Her eyes seemed to be searching his for something, she let out a moan. Her eyes were half closed as he asked her again “Who is your master slut?” ...he flinched again at that word. Her body answered as she began to shudder again, “You are” she sobbed, “You are my master.” She came again and as she did so he pushed her onto the sofa, pulling away her dressing gown, leaving her naked. “Give me your pussy.” He commanded and with out thinking Lynn lifted her legs, bent at the knees and spread her. She was looking in some discomfort now, so I asked her if she was alright? She responded she was alright, she was just having minor headache. I told her lets go to doctor, but she refused.It was dinner time, I sat on the dinning table and ate my dinner along with mom. She was still looking in discomfort, I asked her again what was the real problem? But she just said just a headache nothing else. I knew it was certainly not the case, but I didn’t poke her much and told her if she needed anything. 4 Billion,” Sam replied.“For all the class members?” I asked.“Paulie, you ARE the class. The others were all intimidated and dropped out,” Sam told me.“Yeah Sam, I’m ready to retire. Get the cash,” I replied.Now I’m not just an idiot lottery winner, but I’m a fucking Billionaire.Clarice gave me the number for her emancipation attorney. I called, he consulted with each of the girls, and then he laid out a plan. Some cash to ensure a friendly judge, and the girls’ petitions would be granted.. That changed the tone in the room some. “I don’t believe any of you have met Mrs. Russell or her son, Matthew, but I know you’re acquainted with their lawsuit as a result of Dr. Collins’ treatment of Mr. Russell. Mr. Russell had to have emergency surgery after he was further injured as a result of his botched treatment.” A few of the members looked uncomfortable with the culpability that ‘botched treatment’ suggested. He rounded on one of them who was about to speak. “Yes, he botched it. The.