Now I'm the May Playmate of the Month and in color! I also have a job in the Playboy Club. You ought to come to Chicago and visit. Thanks, you got me ...tarted. Love, Molly." Oh my God, who would have guessed that my Leica could be put to such good use. After all these years, I probably still have that "Playboy" packed in a trunk somewhere along with the camera. Anyway, it motivated me to go on a vacation, not to Chicago, but to somewhere far from the Midwest. Besides ogling over Molly's. Early Friday afternoon Mr. Gerrard returned from work, he had a good look around the place, packed his cases into his car and then came to me. “Your work is good but not excellent” he informed me. “ I only pay for excellence so you are dismissed”. I couldn’t believe my ears, I had grafted like a dog all week to be paid nothing! I argued with Mr. Gerrard but to no avail and he insisted I leave his premises immediately. Tail between my legs I left.I went home raging mad. How the hell was I going. The only saving grace was at least he had left the sliding board pulled out to support her head and neck. How long had she been here? In this dark, sound proofed room, specifically designed to elicit fear with its dungeon motif. The only light, strategically placed candles held in gothic candelabras, highlighting the various areas where Master K kept his equipment. If she did turn her head it was to be tormented with the view of the implements that would be used on both her mind and body. She. It felt wonderful. Any doubts I had about fucking sissy boy's ass were out the window, with the rewards I was been offered, he was going to have his sissy pussy well and truly pounded hard. June moved down to my throbbing cock, licking and kissing it, sucking my balls one at a time into her mouth. Then she sprang off the couch and went between my legs. Both hands under my knees pushing my legs up high, and then the wonderful feeling of her hot wet tongue flicking my ass. She teased my bud with.