I hope you like anal, slut, since you’re gonna be an anal/oral whore for me until I can work out this craving.”This news made her heart sink, as t...e rape of her cunt was downright blissful compared to this. But she realized, it didn’t matter what she wanted, or what felt good for her, she wanted to be a slave, his slave, and had told him as much. And if this is what it meant to be his slave, then she would have to keep her focus on that. Finally, she could see through her tears red on his cock,. Staring at the leather case, he opened it and examined the inside. It was divided into major different sections. Puzzled by the case, he asked, "What is it?"She said, "It's a briefcase."He stepped back and suggested, "This must be the wrong item."Shaking her head in disagreement, she said, "Nope. The God demanded that I make this one for you."He sighed and looked at her as he asked, "Are you sure?" Very sure."He looked at it carefully before looking up at her. He said, "It is very well made.. Stop daydreaming."I got back up on my knees, but didn't retrieve the foot I'd been massaging. "You sound just like my master when you say that, m'Lord." Perhaps then it's time for you to learn how to properly listen to others more attentively, slut?" I nodded in agreement. What else was I going to do? Deny the need to learn to focus? I smiled quietly at that thought."Slut."I heard the stern, monotone warning in your voice. "I'm sorry, m'Lord." Oops, already I was losing focus. "Did you say. The history showed the two trackers transmitting, and a third that had been in a different place until it stopped transmitting, the day before.“What did she do?” asked Paul.“Hid it,” said Mia.“It wasn’t a spare,” Claude explained, “she let them find the second one, or she knew they would.”Paul sensed there was something they weren’t telling him, but perhaps it was for a reason. Anyway luckily Google Earth had the whole area in high resolution. Trackimo3 had been in a cluster of eight little.