Was that for our benefit? Did she think no one would have noticed their absence in the publicity photos? No harm, no foul.I knew full well how the sce...e was intended to play out that coming evening. She would be in Brock’s arms; I would be in Jean-Claude’s. Brock would monopolize her attention all night, as he usually did with his women. At some point, he would whisk her away back to the office, the private elevator, and his penthouse palace. I could envision her with my former boss, clawing. It was my surprise for the skinny little slut, as a "reward" for obeying me the previous Saturday, when I had demanded that our dog Helmut start getting his cock sucked regularly, too. Sissy had protested at first and begged to be exempted from this requirement, but had nonetheless dutifully complied. Of course, the humiliation had served as a powerful turn-on for the cock-mad slut, and every day since, without any instigation from me, Helmut had enjoyed unloading his long, slimy dog-cock into. I scrambled around for my pants, and found the leatherman I always kept in the front pocket. Told her to stay still, and cut through the old ties. Her legs flopped down flat on the bed, and her eyes where still closed. I tossed the leatherman towards the bedside table and rolled back to her side. Limply, she rolled up and draped all over me, boneless and half-comatose.With her face cradled against the hollow of my neck, she whispered "If that's a reward, I will be a veryvery good girl from now. "Oh, Faith."And then - then there is a moment when even Faith disappears from Dawn's thoughts, if she can even be said to have thoughts. The sensation is so pure that thought is replaced with unmediated experience, and Dawn is not Dawn Summers, not the s*ster of the Slayer, not a human being with needs and desires, and Dawn cannot help but wonder if this is what it was like to be the Key, pure bodiless energy. Then she opens her eyes and she is Dawn again, and she is in a women's bathroom in.