Of course they paid her for her time.Again, Marty and she were thrilled, wondering again how they had fallen into such wonderful employers.It was on t...e first of these trips that she "accidentally" found one of the little crotch novels that Marty read ever so often. In fact, Dusty had suggested to him to let her discover it."See if it moves her, Marty. Something has to."He was right. It was on that trip that the book stimulated her and she started putting on her show, masturbating to orgasm. In her mid-thirties, Dawn was several years older than I, but easy to look at, tall and generously proportioned with long red hair, more striking than "pretty" in the Meg Ryan mold, a Goth chick if she had ever been into that sort of thing. She was dressed pretty hot for a trip to buy groceries: large gold earrings, bangles, and a short green skirt with high-heel sandals that showed sexy feet with painted red toes. We had been making small talk for a few minutes, me growing more uncomfortable. She speaks as I brush my lips against the backs of her fingers."Now say it. Thank me."I say it. And hurt and humiliated as I am, part of me means it."Thank you, Madam. Thank you for your attention."Her voice is softer now."I will beat you, David. It is my right to do so. And whenever I beat you, we will end it like this. You will kiss my foot, my whip, my hand and then you will thank me. Do you understand?"There are tears in my eyes as I answer."Yes, Madam."And with this humiliation, she tells. .. BREED him with HERSELF as she has been doing is more like it!' Carmen was a nice but kinky kook no two ways about it.Over dinner Pam hinted that, "Maybe we SHOULD make a photo set with Carmen and HANS." The girl was saleable she'd made some good money for all of us. Perhaps Pam could root around and find some overseas market for "Those kinds of pictures"?I was too tongue tied to query my wife about what she SEEMED to know about Carmen AND Hans and the potential for "Those pictures"! What had.