I’ve had a long week. Missy needs her bathtime.” “Yes, Missy,” you say as you bound off. I watch you go with a smile as I set my purse and coa... on the rack. While I wait for you, I find Sir relaxing in the study with a book and a glass of whiskey. I climb into his lap and nuzzle against his face. We talk about our day and our plans for the weekend, and then he goes back to reading his book, petting me absentmindedly as he turns the pages. I hear the jingling of your collar again before you. Am I a good little cum slut, sir? Am I?" I twist her nipple with my free hand and she gasps. "No questions." I twist it further and then let go, spitting on her sore breasts. "For that you have to take something much bigger." I remove my finger from her ass and place the head of my cock at her hole. "If you stop fucking yourself, I'm going to put this in your mouth after." I smile, shoving my cock in her ass. She stifles a scream as I push it into the hilt. "It hurts, sir." She winces. .. I don't even have the money to get back for the funeral... Go away!"Mark realized that the sweat he thought he saw were tears covering her cheeks. He unzipped his backpack and rooted around inside underneath his notebooks. After a moment of writing, he said, "Kara, I think I got your last name right, didn't I? Here, take this."Kara took the slip. She realized it was a check for a thousand dollars. "What are you, rich or something?" Actually, I guess I am." Mark, I really want to get back to. How on earth could I be betrothed? I bally well think a man would know something like that. You don't just go around saying a man is betrothed when he doesn't know to whom he is betrothed in the first place, do you?" Do you not recall a Miss Francine Sprezzatura?" Jeeves said. "Apparently she spent most of last evening with you and Mr. Finch-Tuxton. You met her at one of the establishments you were visiting early in the evening, and, finding that you were soulmates, as it were, you two spent.