. .’Too late! I had him in my very generous cleavage.‘Here’s another trick,’ I crooned as I pressed my tits together, trapping him in there so...escape was not a possibility.‘Lotus,’ he gasped.Still taking no notice of negatives, I began to move up and down, slowly but surely, liking the way his skin adhered to mine.‘I should have done this last weekend,’ I whispered. ‘I’ve been wishing I had ever since.*****Please do excuse me for not introducing myself sooner. As this story is more or less a. The attendee was massaging ointment into her beaten buttocks and slave was enjoying the soothing balm, it cooling the burning sensation. When she had finished with her ass cheeks, she helped her to roll over and rubbed the calming salve into her tits and nipples finally rubbing her between her legs. slave could feel herself creaming, her juices starting to flow at this tenderness exerted onto her badly beaten body. The attendee was being careful to keep slave in a heightened sense of. Slightlybeneath that are the bow tipped stockings that highlight my smooth legsand dainty ankles, my feet encased and contorted in pink patent highheels laced shut with sheer ribbons.Both my hands are adorned in silk, lace lined fingerless mittens.Despite the physical superiority I would have felt over this man inanother life, now our roles were universally clear. Unfortunately, it'snot just the outrageous clothing I wore, but the enforced behavior thatcemented my role.I immediately curtseyed. If the hustler became a repeat thing for the rich dude, then he might say to his friends that he had a 'toy soldier', or today he might call you a boy toy---same thing”Joey pondered the education, then taking a long pull of his shake, looked at me and said, “I get it---that's what you guys do, huh”? I replied sheepishly “You figured it out, huh”? “Ya—I wondered how you guys got your money—and the twins ?? “Ya the twins too—often together”. “So how much can a soldier make”? “A good hustler that.