Seeing her Mistress's expression filled Sandy with a sense of fulfillment and belonging that overwhelmed her even more than the arousal and release th...t she had so recently experienced. As intense as all of the physical sensations had been, the greatest source of pleasure for Sandy was the depth of her submission to her Mistress, and her capacity to continue to feel that pleasure went beyond even the physical limitations of her exhausted body.As Mistress stared down at her newest slave, Sandy. ’ She turned and stared at Tanya. ‘This is what you want? This scumbag? He’ll pimp your ass out and give you a week to heal after the baby comes before he’ll have you out there again. Do you think he cares for you, Tanya? He cares about the money you make him and the free roof over his head the same fucking roof that I pay for!’ She turned her head, unable to look at the shaking twig that had once been her beautiful, younger sister, Tanya. ‘I love him, Mia. He told me he’s going to get me off. “I will do what I can to be ready,” I promised. “If you will stop at a convenience store on our way out of town.”“Done,” she agreed. Since I had never seen her, I couldn’t read her state of mind. So I just accepted that she was okay with the partnership plan.She showed up in another of those Lincoln Navigator type things. It had a ford badge on the back, so I accepted that it was a bastard step child of the Lincoln. It probably had less bells and whistles.I put all my tools in the large black. ‘I want to see you in my mind more clearly. Your avatar only tells me you have long curly hair and you’re fair skinned. Aren’t you even a little curious about me?’ His words cut across her eyes like sharp needle points. She hesitated. How could she tell him she was afraid to let him see her, either for real or in words? That she didn’t want to risk this odd relationship by making it real? She bit her lip, began to type, then erased it. ‘Are you still there?’ he wrote. ‘Yeah, I’m here,’ she.