" Filling out forms, arguing with bureacrats, getting screamed at by angry customers, working with crazy people ... you're right, how could I not love...it? --Go straight." Well, anyway, if your Granddad has a private jet, I'm sure he can afford to hire somebody qualified." Then why is there an axe in the back of your car? --Left up here." Are all of their customers like that? You know, has to be a family member?" No, just the one, as far as I know." So it's just a one-time thing," Alex assurred.. I could feel her presence pretty close to where Mary was. I made a connection to her, and then knew that Aimee was with Debbie.Mary soon met up with Debbie and Aimee, and they went shopping. I distinctly heard Debbie mention the word "wardrobe."I broke off the connection, and thought about this ability to reach either Mary or Debbie via some mind link. It was weird. It was unbelievable, and it was totally fucking true.I considered the consequences. I could possibly enslave every woman on this. .......Thwack!?The last flurry just over the top with each lashing, I can appreciate the expertise of the crop curling downward as I tug Jo’s chocker collar further back with the flexing chain, the leather tip embedding itself into a puckered nipple, momentarily disappearing into the dark oval as the titflesh bounces, spreads beside the other mound awaiting its turn only to be flattened also, to bounce as the leather crop’s crisscrossed, swished back and forth. And, like instructed, Jo’s. I just could not go on.“Ten seconds,” she said, and my every nerve was electric.When her phone beeped, I felt the wave of pleasure and deep contraction that told me there was no more stopping. My right hand cupped the head to contain the eruption as my left froze on the shaft, awaiting the verdict.“You may cum,” Ms. J said. At least that was what my pleasure-flooded brain heard, and I had no time to check if it was right.I staggered as my muscles contracted beyond my control. My hand safely.