McMasters was forced to stop, or appear truly cruel to the crowd. He glared at her, and then Kate’s ‘intended’ was at his side. ‘Darling, have...you twisted your ankle?’ She nodded, grateful for his manners, even if concern was lacking. He turned to McMasters with a sniffle. ‘Best to have your men escort her to a couch and send one to fetch the house doctor.’ McMasters looked down at her with blazing eyes. ‘See to it,’he barked at his men. Two pairs of burly arms lifted her and the watching crowd. That will be the most important part of your sex lives, gettingstuffed. And loving it. But then feeling utter self-loathing at whatyou've done." Going home with a used condom hanging out between your butt cheeks." You tailpipe sore." Hating yourself for being such sluts." But then going right back to wanting more of the same." Cuddling together and trading stories about all the sex you've had." And since none of those big strong men are going to want to do anythingto you queers except use. " "Thank you Master." "Now call me when you are on the train." "Yes Sir," she answered with a smile. She could feel her nipples growing hard and her pussy wet with anticipation of what will happen when she arrived. She called him when she got on the train, and he asked her to describe how people were reacting to his slut on the train. She described how men were staring, looking at her and the women seemed to be very irate. He smiled. He told her to call him when she was close to their stop. The. The line rang almost ten times and Laura was about to hang up when she finally heard the click of someone answering."It's your dime," the voice on the other end said, despite the fact that the reference was long out of date."Janet?" Laura asked, not sure if it had been her that answered."Oh my God, Laura," Janet said, the excitement in her tone making her voice much clearer. "I'm sorry, I've had this long-distance company calling me all morning trying to get me to change my service; they really.