The only description of our sex life that even came close to describing reality was a porn movie. By the time we had been dating several months I had...learned many of her kinks. She loved being tied up, even having her tits slapped. There was no limit to the degrading names I could call her or where I could blast my load whenever we were fucking. Over the span of the whole time we knew one another there was not a scrap of carpet, piece of furniture, or portion of wall that we had not fucked. Anyway, she wanted me to take a whore and question her about all the things that she heard. Of course, I had to fuck the whore to keep her from being suspicious, so that was what Emily wanted me to do. Well, OK, I could do that, but strictly in the interest of getting information we could use to find out what Kilgore was plannin' to do against us. Un-huh.When Tuesday came around, I made sure that Emily really wanted me to go to the meeting. "Absolutely, I want you to go. It looks to me like we. Girl? Woman? Whatever. I didn't pull stuff likethis.I opened my account and-"Jesus," I whispered.Not only were my savings gone, I had crashed right through into anunarranged overdraft. Thankfully it was payday tomorrow so my accountwould be recovered, but I could see why the bank had stopped my card.How......?"Flo," I whispered, spotting a particularly large charge to MRServices. Mistress Rhiana, I thought. I knew it had been paid forsomehow, but............"Fifteen hundred?" You paying or. Cherie's skin was so soft and slippery that I started to feel a little aroused again, in spite of myself. As my hands moved down her sides she leaned back slightly, causing the tips of my fingers to brush the sides of her breasts. Was it my imagination, or did I feel her shiver slightly?I scooped up water in my hands to pour down her back, rinsing the soap from her body. There was something so sweet, so sensual about what I was doing ... Cherie's back and shoulders were truly lovely, and I.