..even if it means I am out of my comfort zone in being so exposed...I like it when my master pushes me to my limits and beyond....I trust that he kno...s what is best for me...and that he knows what he needs to do to make sure I am the best slut ever...my wish to further pleasure my master is granted when he opens his pants and pulls out his hard glistening cock for me to worship with my hands and my mouth for however long he desires it....maybe after worshiping his cock, master will bestow on. "How's my little Tony doing?" Sheri rubbed her foot along the outside of the shoe Jo wore."He was magnificent, wasn't he dear?" Yes mistress." That is so cute, how long has Hank been doing this?" Ever since our second date." That's great. Well anyways, here's the shoes I promised you. You can either have the basic black pumps or the silver sandals. I could try and change the color and style if you'd like, but I haven't fully figured this thing out yet." We'll take the sandals. Hank and I like. “What time is it?” Rachele asks him.“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you,” Ghok quietly apologizes“It’s okay,” she replies.“It is a little after four in the morning,” the alien sighs in response to her question. “It’s still dark outside.”“Time to go?” Rachele inquires after an ominous moment of silence.“Yes,” Ghok confirms in the kind of voice humans use to describe nuisance chores. “I need to get back before your government officials wonder where I have been. I don’t want to face a bunch of. She was not a whore. She was an exotic dancer and struggling student. The blonde sighed loudly but didn’t make a move to leave."Three thousand. My final offer. I have to have this wrapped up by the end of the summer and then I have a paper to present." “Paper? What fucking paper? Look, this is…four thousand, ten days, and it’s a deal but I want guarantees and ground rules. The first of which is that I am not a whore. I’m an exotic dancer.” “I think we’ve established what you are. Now we’re.