Mike took his phone out of his pocket. “What did you do to get the welts?” Pete asked. “I said Yes,” I replied and smiled remembering what the...‘Yes’ was for. Sam and Mike knew better than to ask, they knew My Master and about our relationship, they were just happy that I was allowed to pleasure them. Mike stood behind me with his phone and took a few pictures of the butt plug in my arse with the scenic view of course, to be sent to Master. A few minutes after sending the pictures, his phone. She pondered the conundrum and quickly came up with the answer. His voice reminded her of the actor Nick Nolte. She began in a business-like manner. "Good morning, Mr Cranton-Smith. I'm Mrs Jones from —“ "Hey, Miss Jones,” he interrupted, “cool down and relax. No need to be so formal." Dana heard the mistake and, wondering if it was deliberate, ignored it. “Please, call me Robert or Bob, whichever one takes your fancy." Although she couldn't see the smile on the other end of the line, she heard. . what? Something. After the thunder-strike abated, the rest of her came into focus: Her face was clearly one of distant, proud races that long ago vanished from planets such as our Earth. One could almost see a whole people in that one face. The hair was incongruent around her face, and almost impossibly luscious. Her strong frame forced my eyes past her nubile breasts, to the round hips, and yes! A great pair of legs. My head cleared somewhat, because I was being introduced. The angel's name. Maybe a big one ... and maybe for a friend, or a friend of a friend. Agreed?"Sure. What choice did I have? I tried another offer at just cash but he just grinned and said that I could owe him. Just as well, twenty dollars wasn't much of a proper cash payment to a card-carrying master burglar, and besides, I'd need those last few dollars for tonight's dinner. Too bad I couldn't afford what he was worth, I just knew that this 'favor' would someday really end up costing me!True to his word, at the.