You’re my fucking slave, now suck my cock.”I lunged back at him, needing his cock back in my mouth. Feverishly, I sucked his cock, bobbing my head...up and down on it in rhythm with my hand stroking up and down the length of his fat shaft. He reached over and drew back the curtain on the front window of the room. I didn’t care, I couldn’t have stopped sucking him even if I’d told myself that I wanted to. Even when I realized that the people that had been down the hall were now standing in front. .. I am a Dalek.Oh. A little enthusiastically, I moved the gun and it came out in my hand. I pushed it back into the hole where it lived... and that’s the point where I realized just what kind of imagination I have. Oh, Michael?Still laughing, he watched as I removed the gun barrel again, and poked a finger through the hole instead. “Have you broken it already?”“I don’t think broken is the word,” I said slowly. “I think ‘devised a modification’ would be more accurate.” Because that’s the. Emily was overwhelmed by the response her pictures received. The sheer volume of emails and Instant Messages from fans on the site astounded her. In what seemed like no time at all Emily had her own not inconsiderable fan base, and was soon posing to order in response to requests on the site.Then one day a message appeared inviting Emily to earn some commission by posing for a photographer on a more formal basis. He offered her a reasonable amount of money to come to his studio and pose for. He's doing the math, same as me. He shakes his head. "Not from the fifty. Inside the forty, yeah, but not where we are. Not for sure." If I get you inside the forty, you can do this?"He stares at the field like it can tell him something, and nods slowly, "Yeah. Inside the forty, I'm good. Inside the thirty, I'm golden."I swallow hard and think fast. How bad do I want ta win this game.Damn bad."Ok, I'm gonna get you inside the forty." I pause and take a breath, "You make that kick, an' my ass is.