.. No, I didn't know him ... His name was 'Darrell.' I don't recall ever meeting him ... He was buying acreage, I was told ... Okay. Call me at home i... the evening; or call Weena ... Right. Gotta go. Bye."We'd see whether that was a good clue.Chaz had everything set up: folders for each candidate: resumes, academic records, references. There was a lot, but it might not be a problem."Okay. You said a part-timer on the chick peas project and a post-doc in sustainable ecosystems, right?." Right.. "No buts slut. I own you tonight. If I tell you to eat her pussy, you’ll do it. Do you understand?"She looked at me defeated but replied, "Yes." Good, now get your ass over there."I watched her go over to the chubby, but pretty, 40 something lady. The discussion was short and my little slut returned. The woman watched my slave return, her face red with anger."What did you say to her?" I asked."I told her that you were my master and I was your slave and that she had no right to judge me as I was. He'd pull my head forward till his cock was practically down my throat. He'd let me go and I'd gasp for air. Again he face fucked me, gak, gak, gak pulling my head forward untill his cock was down my throat. I pushed back and gasped for air, drool all dripping off my chin onto my tits.Secretly I was loving it. This is what I wanted my soon to be EX to do to me. On occasion I like a nice romantic fuck but usually I want to be treated like a slut, used like a fucking whore made to do nasty things. That in itself gave me the strength to be patient. I would wait however long it took, and I would so faithfully. I went about the rest of that day and the next running errands, cleaning house, preparing for my family to return home. I stayed in a positive frame of mind. And I prayed a lot. I was still getting high throughout my day, keeping it outside. I considered taking one of the X pills tucked away in purse but decided against it. The pot was bad enough, I had to stay strong and not turn to.