I told her no she shouldn't. She giggled. "Say Master doesn't want his fucktoy to wear any clothes." I looked at her for a second. I had always been t...ught to respect women and this seemed different to my views. She asked me what was wrong and I told her. She started laughing. "Oh Master, respect has nothing to do with it. I love being called a slut and whore as well as fucktoy. I know you would never think that of me, thats the reason I approached you in the first place...that and I get so wet. Whisky doesn’t buy itself though and without I can’t do this job.Today was different though. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the answer is she’s a woman’s shelter because she “fell down the stairs” one to many times. Or she’s been dumped somewhere for some poor bastard to find. “Problems at. "Another pause before she said, "Okay, love you too. Bye."As she was getting off the phone, I adjusted her state of mind back to being "normal," except for her memory of what was to come.She immediately looked at me and said, "Joe, I can't go through with this. It's my mother! I can't believe they would even ask something like this." She paused before adding ashamed and totally upset with herself, "I can't believe I would AGREE to this!" You didn't have a choice!" I said trying to make her feel. His lips sucked on my clit until it was hard and aching. He licked from my snatch down to my tight hole, he lightly ran his tongue around it and I cursed as he slid a finger into the puckered hole.“You like that,” he murmured as he kissed and then bit my ass cheek.I could only groan as his tongue slid along the crease and then dipped into that hole.“So fucking sexy,” he growled as he moved to pay attention to my aching cunt.“How many girls have you been with Caleb?”“Three girls, two women,” he.