He was right, showing that to him was almost like me admitting I wanted that.."Well, it just so happens I told a friend about you, what a good little ...lut you could be, and he was very interested in meeting you." A.. a friend, Sir? Really?" I whimpered."Oh yes, and to be honest, he's even more dominant and mean than I am. The kind of man who will definitely enjoy training a cute little slut like you into being a real bondage fucktoy. Perhaps you'd like to meet him, hmm?"My breath quickened and. She desperately wanted to go to the back window to see his face as her fucked her. And to see his cock. She had never seen real live fucking before and was quite overwhelmed by the effect that first the sounds and then the sight of them fucking were having on her. Pure curiosity made her want to see his face, to see who he was and what his dick looked like. Just to get a look at the action from a different angle. She was horny for more, drinking in the scene in amazement. But he would have seen. I said, “Hey, I haven’t come yet.”His next statement was an important lesson for me. “So what, I’m finished, we’re done.” I realized that as the customer, he was paying for his own pleasure, not mine. What I thought was irrelevant; my needs were not important.Yet he didn’t get nasty about it and order me out of his car, which guys would do later. Yet I was pleased that I had made twenty-five dollars so easily. Neither one of us really knew what we were doing, nor did I realize that I had set a. For a woman like Mistress, this was the very peak of pleasure.Of course, there was no chance that she would ever show mercy because of such a display. No chance at all.She had purchased the cane in Japan, some years ago. It was a single piece of carved whalebone, a little over three and a half feet from end to end. The handle was shaped specially to fit the fingers, and the grooves were narrow enough that she had known the first time she picked it up that it was designed to be wielded by a.