"Thank You Chris" I said - I loved what he'd done, from the amazing way he'd given me my first orgasm in months, to depositing his little load into my...own mouth. I hope you enjoyed your special Birthday Treat - I think you're an amazing sissy cock sucker". I turned to Mistress "And thank you too Mistress for arranging such a wonderful treat for me. I can't thank you enough." You're welcome" she said - and there're two things left to do". Once again the keys emerged from between Her breasts. I don't have a death fetish. I don't want to actually die; it's the fear that gets me going. I figured though, I had a very good chance of actually being murdered this time.So at 9am the next day Bill tied me to metal steaks he drove into the ground. I was speared eagle on the dirt with my knees bent. Ropes on my wrists knees and ankles. Totally helpless. Bill kissed me goodbye but refused to fuck me. He said it was almost certain I'd be murdered and he didn't want his DNA on my body. It gave. "Well, I'm just living here for a couple of months tohelp Mel, here, settle into the city. After that she'll be all on herown!" Oh!" he said, again maybe a bit too enthusiastically. "So you're newto the city I take it?" Well, I...." Yep! Brand new. She used to live out in suburbia but finally she gotthe opportunity she's been looking for to live the big life." Well, I look forward to see you gals, later. I have to meet with mytrainer, so I have to go. My name's Curtis, by the way." Nice to. I wondered why everyone was getting laid except me. Sure, I'd never had a real boyfriend in my life, but I'd gotten pretty used to having regular sex. And though I'd never actually initiated it or looked for it, I kind of missed it.So I asked one of my best friends on the tour, Joe Simpson, about it. "Joe, I know I'm not as pretty as the models," I began. "But I'm not exactly a troll and I do have a nice body. Maybe I'm not built like those models but everything I have is real and has a lot.