Who are they going to call? Their cousin in Nigeria who’s trying to give away a hundred million dollars from a dead investor’s bank account? Tim, ...’m dropping the tickets in a courier envelope to send to you right now. Thanks for being a reliable source.”“Any time, Ramsey.”I hung up the phone and started writing.I filled my twenty inches for the morning edition with ‘reliable sources’ and finally headed home. Over the past few years there’s been a resurgence in the newspaper industry. Print is. Up and down. I instantly hardened in her presence. It was like she could read my mind. Yes, I have a mind of my own. Just ask Master. I came several times by her stroking me. Don't tell Master, but she was better at rubbing than him. I will never forget the day her delicate, pink lips kissed me. I was a little afraid as I approached them - PTSD remember? Chompers was forever etched in my head. Literally. But, soft lips gingerly cared for me, soaking me with her juices, before sliding me down. According to what group I was with, I was either the Master or the lowly sex shave. Of course I now had 6 slaves that were imprinted to me now too.At this stage of the game I guess you would have to say I was “pussy whipped”. I felt like I was letting the girls down though none of them complained. The Red Queen, Doris, and Ruby, Crystal, Amber, Cherry, and Daisy, her court were truly evil when I inherited them.Since I had used the imprinting virus on them I had learned a few things. They didn’t. "can we play again?" he asked. "yea, if you want to," I said smiling. "let's try something new" I suggested. I pulled him on top of me, I opened my legs spread eagle; I could feel his prick poking my ass cheek. I reached my hand down by my ass, I took his dick in-between my index and middle fingers and guided the tip to my ass hole. "hock up a loogie," I told him, "and spit on your thingy". He did what I asked, "now rub the spit all over your thing and rub some on my butt hole". He did; I felt.