.... now.... Doesn't that feel good?" Shit how could I relax? I was about to blow. ... and I did."Now didn't that release the tension you were feeling.....? Daddy... You don't mind if I call you Daddy do you?" Shaking my head no I said, "Hell you can call me Grandpa or anything you want if you keep doing that. "Time to dry you off..." She lifted me to a sitting position on the side of the tub. Rubbing a big fluffy towel over my body. With care she wrapped the edge of the towel around my shrinking. But it was better to try something new than not, better to be active rather than passive. That was my working theory, anyway.I added, “One more change. I’ll take the Osgood Palace. Cayuse, you’re at the Red Light Saloon.” Chicago Joe’s.That left Hoss at the Castle, working to protect Crazy Belle’s prostitutes.Prudence had been slain early on a Thursday morning, the 19th of January. The brothels were closed for four nights, from that Thursday through Sunday.Riles had overheard that Red Light. ’ His other hand was still inching my skirt up over my thighs. I felt my hips rock involuntarily towards his hand. Suddenly my skirt was above my waist and his hand was sliding underneath my thong, stroking slowly over the swollen lips. I gasped as his fingers glided softly over my clit. I wanted to kiss him, but this wasn’t about making love. This was about hot, animalistic attraction. It was about him being the male, marking me as his, claiming me completely. I had never been so turned. ... EVER want to get out of your cage?" she quipped.I was putty in her hands and she knew it as a wicked grin lit her lips."Yes Mistress!" I mewled beaten.I guess she was going to redeem herself at buying the car by reallybecoming my Mistress and fulfilling some of my darkest desire. To behonest I was happy with the trade-off, but what she said next made mepause!"Good gurl......now get in the car!" she commanded."Wait.....Mich.....Mistress, I can't go out like this!" I simpered."Get in the car.