.. is this part of your act?" I asked her, looking down at her hand."No, but some fun can't hurt, can it?" I didn't sign up for that," I said jokingly..."Than start acting!" she said while she grabbed my penis."How do you mean?" I asked. Feeling that my head got a little warmer from my blush."Just shout for help," the woman said. "Let's see how that girl out there will deal with this!" Oh, I see!" Gave her a smile and then shouted, "HELP! HEY? YOU OUT THERE, HELP ME! THIS WOMAN IS MOLESTING ME!". I could barely even focus. Detective? Why was this guy here? He's herefor me? The police had stopped me while driving last month, but theyjust gave me a warning and I was off on my merry way. That rattled mepretty good, but I pushed through it. Now there was a detective at mydoor? Did they realize they should have arrested me back then? Wait,this couldn't be about me, right? Oh shit! I looked at the detective andI couldn't speak. My face was blank and a million thoughts were rushingthrough my. We kissed, she worked my dick gracefull, we moanded like bonobonoes in full heat and didn't care if the whole world was watching us. Worse, we would have loved it if it did so.Somehow she had gotten rid of her skirt, somehow I had lost rmy pants without knowing how as she guided my dick inside her. The sound of her thighs flapping against mine, her tits flapping against my cheeks, against my mouth as my lips were trying to get hold of one her rosebud nipples while staring in some utter dirty. ." Mind your place, Slave," I said softly. No emotion. This was a cue to Vonda, that she was treading on dangerous ground.She hung her head. "Yes, Master."Surprisingly, this was turning into more of a test for my already established slave, than for my new one.I pulled out a pair of large scissors, and handed them to Vonda. "You can do the honors."For a few seconds, my slave's mouth flopped open and closed, like a grounded fish. She realized that there was nothing she could say or do. She took.