I finally closed the doors for good when it became more of a hassle than a labour of love.I was quite sad and felt that I lost a bit of my purpose. I ...ad a few friends that would come over to my house for private sessions, two different men and a married couple. My slave Taylor loved to be humiliated and beaten. I would spit on him, and whip him until he was bruised and almost bleeding. Crush his cock with my foot, and kick him in the balls. I would lock him outside naked, even in the cold New. It was perfect for him. Low traffic, easy to launder money.He recognized me as soon as I walked in, of course. We’d run into each other before as my people chased missing goods and assorted other crimes.Although, to be honest, we’d never actually managed to catch him at anything serious.“Good Morning Lieutenant Markham. What can I interest you in this morning?Or is this visit in your professional capacity?” The crepe-skinned old man looked at me with enough interest that I felt a little. When I looked from the side, I could see all of her tits. Then I looked down further and WOW, the slit on the side of her dress went up to her waist - I loved it! If Sherie stood still it looked normal, but when she moved, I could see the side of her garter belt, her small red panties and the tops of her stockings. She looked good enough to eat! "WOW." I said. "You are gorgeous!" She gave me a sexy smile and said: "Glad you like it, I want to help you find a guy to bring home tonight." "With. I licked them to make sure they were really there and heard her moan softly. “Now the neck,” I murmured into her ear. Rather than resisting, Cheryl eased her head to the side, baring the delicate curve and soft, firm flesh to the ravishes of my lips, teeth and tongue. My senses were overwhelmed by the scent of her perfume and the taste and texture of her flesh. Her hands gripped my upper arms and one leg slid seductively up mine. I nestled my lips in the curve between her shoulder and neck and.