”Melissa smiled at that.I asked, “Do you have any questions?”Melissa said, “Wow! A fucking whore! Why didn’t I ever think of that? You’ve ...ot a deal!”Then I let her get out of the cool bath water and dry off. Without any ceremony or foreplay I applied some K-Y Jelly to my cock and slipped it into her ass. I fucked her until I came. I didn’t give a shit whether or not she got off, she was my whore to use as I pleased. Then I attached a dog collar to her neck with a chain and I padlocked both. ?Of course, but you know what this means, Carter, darling.? I try to look sympathetic, though I’m choking down giggles. ?We discussed what happens when you cry and howl. Table time, dear.?Carter looks at me in horror. ?P-please no, please don’t—? But I fold my arms over my considerable breasts, encased in tight Lycra, and bursting into fresh tears, Carter gets up off of the hassock and trudges to the table and lays his cock and balls on the table, pulling the cock back, so his scrotum is on. She emphatically told Frank (and several others) that every one seeing it there would know what he was doing! Frank, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away. He didn’t explain, defend, or deny. He said nothing.Later that evening, Frank quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred’s house ... walked home ... and left it there all night.Food for thought...Even before his coronation in 1626, King Charles I of England was heavily in debt.His predecessors King. "You...you have no right! This is private!I'll, I'll..."Daisy just smiled. "Relax, cocksucker. I'm not blackmailing you. Well,not for money anyway. Your secret is safe with me. For now. To tell youthe truth, it really turns me on, the secrecy, using our lockup to stashyour fairy toys and everything, I've never seen so many buttplugs! Andthose dildoes, wow, I even tried one out." What do you want?"Daisy walked up to Scott and turned him around, feeling his ass. "I wantto watch you get fucked,.