" Saying it all out loud made me feel even naughtier in the moment."Good whore. And you're enjoying yourself, yes? My friend gave you a proposition, w...at did you say?" "I.. I said that... sissy whores don't get a choice, Daddy..." Sir's grip on my hair was tight, he was grinning as he stared at me, expecting me to be truthful. I whimpered as I admitted these things over the phone to a stranger."That's a good answer, whore, and you're right. You don't get one. You know what you'll be doing. They are among the best thieves in the Universe and they know how to obtain information from their masters without them knowing and use it for black mail for example or to sell information to the highest bidder. We Bunthik began our existence out of resentment to be nothing but domestics, barely above slaves. Shunned and dismissed as ugly, forced to dwell in the shadows or wear funny face masks and robes, so we don’t offend has been accepted as our lot in life by the Ranthik, but not by us. One. Her head was thrown back and I was sureshe would fall off the back of the couch. "I did this last night after he went to sleep," she muttered."Thinking about your mouth and tongue, I brought myself off withone finger." Pulling her shiny finger out of her pussy, she stuck it in hermouth and sucked on it for a moment as she slid off the back ofthe couch and stood facing me with her eyes closed. Stillsucking her own finger, she knelt, found the front of my jeanswith one hand, unsnapped. FESSELNDisclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at.