I drove down the block and waited at a nearby parking lot. Soon, my phone rang.I had left her my number and a note to call me within one hour or her h...sband, mommy and the entire internet would see her in her "lovely sexy slutty glory!"She called, I could tell she was scared, nervous and crying. "What whh whaat do you want from me?" I told her, she knew what I wanted from her and hearing her voice like that was giving me an erection. I told her she had one hour to get dressed and to be at a. The prick was the Michael Moore of the print industry. After the reviews I couldn't believe that the controllers, or more likely the case officer, wanted me to meet with the prick."Do you really want to be seen talking to me," he asked with a laugh. Then he added, "Why don't I pick you up for lunch. I am sure that you can kick my ass and force me to bring you home anytime you want." No thanks, I want my own ride. I might need to dump your body somewhere, it is much more convenient in my own. Probably a little more than most girls our age butwhatever, if we like it, why not do it?We freshen our makeup and prepare for our shopping excursion. Since thereare no boys or men in the family, sometimes I'll allow Timmy to open mydoor, and sometimes he insists on my being 'gentlemanly' for him. Of coursewe would never consider using that term but one of girlish friendship. "Why,thank you, pretty Miss!" is the one I usually use when Timmy opens any doorfor me.We travel to one of the few dance. I was discovering that there seemed to be a pecking order in this new community. Master in S. Africa was at the top (although perhaps even HE had someone above him in rank), and now I had discovered that Piss Master was the sex-boss of Cock -Master. He hummed and moaned softly as his cock was slicked and sucked and milked. When Piss-Master came, he issued an order to Cock-Master.“Don’t swallow cock-slut! Keep it in your mouth...I want to see it in your mouth. To allow that to happen, he pulled.