" You say this softly and with a smile as you pin whore's slimy sweat and puke soaked curls behind its ears, and sip your coffee. "Now get your fat as... up and run the water for my shower! It better not be too hot, whore, or I'll pound my .45 in your sloppy pussy so hard it'll bruise your cervix." With a face full of fresh saliva whore sprints into action. There are many more chores that need tending to this morning. whore runs your perfectly temped shower and drops to its knees making a table. “Wow, her hair is lovely Sir Michael,” Dyna told him.“Yes it is. Lovely hair for a lovely little slave,” Baron agreed.The gentleman with the strange accent spoke up finally, “Let us see more. How well does she present in the positions?”Arising to the challenge Michael turned and looked at the voice that had spoken. Not liking this gentleman much anyway and after watching him practically drool over Silk, Michael was pissed off, “Kneel slave,” Michael barked.Silk dropped smoothly to her knees.. ." To get to you," I insisted."Because he trusts me. Look at the other people he hangs out with, Rory. They aren't his friends. And Aaron... he likes attention. That's nothing new. But the things he does for it usually gets him in trouble..." You mean it gets other people in trouble." And when he gets in trouble," Seth continued, ignoring my comment, "he calls me because he knows that those guys..." Aren't you," I stated. "Seth, you know why he called you tonight. He figured that me and you. The street was rutted and uneven. We'd pulled up in front of a small two-story building with peeling paint and damp, rotting wooden exterior molding. Across the street was what seemed to be a large lower-class apartment building with three stories. There were a few small businesses up and down the street, with signs bearing inscriptions with Chinese characters. Yes, there was no doubt about it. I was somewhere in China.My thoughts turned to the three women; they were nowhere in sight. It sure.