“What do you say?” “Thank you, Mistress,” I replied, hoarsely. I waited, obedient as a mannequin, as Justine examined the view. I was Justine�...�s fuck-toy, to be used and abused as she wished. “I like this,” she sighed, bashing her bony hips against my bottom. The movement drove my cock down into the duvet. “What do you think, Petra?” I grunted satisfaction as Justine pumped my ass. “Do you like your new name?” “Yes, Mistress.” “I was thinking that you’d need a girl’s name if you really did let. I met Sylva quite recently at a medieval event my lover was involved with. When I first saw her she was chained to him and looking up at him with lusty, love-struck eyes. My first instinct was to claw out those eyes, but I warmed to her quickly. Before the night was over I watched her in a most intimate moment from afar and then got to sample the delights of her taste and touch in a threesome. Well, another event is coming up this weekend and I didn’t want to say anything to my lover about my. I don't take a dime for setting him up with a girl. I just do a favor for some one I know. Most of the girls on my list get fifteen hundred a night and they usually get a tip on top of that. If you are interested I can add you to my list. It would help you build up a slush fund for the day everything comes unglued for you." I don't know Dan. I don't think I can do it. I wouldn't have any problem screwing them, but there is no way that I could spend a night." Doesn't Jake go out of town on. "Holly smiled as she opened the Jag door. She had never opened it before. John was always there, opening doors and doing all the polite little things.Then at home, Holly could be his slut or she could take control as she had that night, the night she actually passed out from her orgasm.Holly smiled and headed into the house.Dinner was marvelous. John had fragile-looking bowls and ceramic spoons for the Hot and Sour Soup. They ate the entree with chopsticks, on China plates, making a simple.