I found her some more food and a T-shirt to wear. I had some work to do on the computer and she stayed curled up on the floor next to my feet, clearly...tired.When I needed to sleep I made her a pallet on the floor but she got in bed with me and snuggled close. I didn’t have the heart to eject her. Oh, I had tried to learn her name and the best translation I could pronounce was “Dori”. That seemed to work okay with her.I had a rare wet dream, or so I thought but it was Dori sucking me off again.. By the time he was finished, she was a panting, moaning mess; her naked body glistening with the sweat of exertion and a film of her own juices.“Please Master… no more… please!” she protested. But this was a punishment and thus no quarter would be given her. Until and unless she called her safeword, he would continue. And if she called her safeword, she knew better have a damn good reason! Just being tired was not a reason to call her safeword. So she suffered.The next phase in this day’s work. Lorraine pretended not to know when I phoned her to tellher but I could hear her giggling when I explained what was being askedof me and saying that it was up to me what I did but she had always saida good journalist knows when to compromise in order to get a scoop.). Idid not know about it at all when I turned up for the interview with mycamerawoman Alice and my notes and the questions I intended to put toDiana. I introduced Alice to Diana and Diana said it was nice to see awoman pointing a. ’“There, that should keep you from cheating on me again!” Karen declared triumphantly. She fell off of her husband and giggled uncontrollably. Jamie sat up and saw his cock encased in a tiny pink, male chastity cage! A small lock held it secure.“Karen? Mistress?” he said worriedly, looking down at his caged cock.“Don’t even think about trying to take it off. Your tiny nuts will probably tear off with it!” she laughed. “Besides, you don’t even need your cock any more. All it does is flop.