. I pay cash for everything." After all these years, you still haven't learned to be modest," he said, sadly. "And to think, I used to have such high ...opes for you." Sorry to disappoint," I said, attempting to console him. "If it's any consolation, I don't have much --," Much? Much of what... ? Can't you put together a coherent sentence? And you call yourself a writer..." Darn it, Father Time... , you didn't let me finish my sentence. I was trying to tell you... , they're making me pay cash...". I surveyed the room. I was still at Sally's, so it hadn't all been a bad dream. Damn! I raised the sheets and checked my equipment. I breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't pulled a Bobbit. In fact, it looked and felt as if my erection had never gone down from the night before. The few personal items I kept at her place were still hanging in the closet and sitting unbroken on the dressing table. So far, so good. No open suitcase conveniently left out for me to pack up my things and leave.I. I sprawled onto the ground in the snow; my legs like jelly, feeling his cock leave an empty space, spunk dribbling onto my thighs. 

“You whore, look at you. Your master’s getting one used bitch back tonight” He zipped himself up and walked off. I couldn’t get up, I just lay there, feeling the soreness in my bottom tingle and sting. My blouse was rumpled and the blazer was torn and stained, my skirt was dirty and my panties were full of cum. My face was crusty with dried spunk too, and my. Before they left they took a roll of tape and gagged us sayingit was to stop us talking to each other to concoct some story to explain ourselves.A few minutes later we heard one shout out that he had found a car with theengine still warm. They came back and asked us our names and then charged uswith stealing a car and obscene behaviour. They told us that the car had beenreported stolen and that someone had seen us going up the hill. We were put in the back of the police car, still naked and.