None of it does." A thing?" Lauren teased, widening her eyes as a playful smile pulled at the corners of her mouth."You know what I mean," I whispered... "A cock." And it doesn't bother you anymore?" It didn't really bother me before," I admitted. "In fact, I kinda liked it." Okay," she said, both of us whispering. "What do you want to do about it?"Lauren's hands went to my hips and I didn't stop her. I wore a pair of faded jeans with holes in the knees and a halter top. No bra and my tits were. I explained that I didn’t have any meetings or clients today. No house showings either, so I would just be sitting at my desk all day shuffling paperwork and hoping someone would call me. A very unproductive day… I figured I could be of more use here at home. At least that is what I am hoping–if Mistress would like to use me?” I said.“If Mistress would like to use me, eh?” she repeated my statement. “You are either putting on quite a performance slut or you are genuinely trying to be a good. I`m twenty one years old and single. I have chocolate brown eyes that change colors in the Summer and Winter. I have full, pink lips that never fail to deliver a natural pout. I`m a size ten body with NATURAL 38DD breasts and a nice, taut ass. Out of everything, I admired my legs the most. They were long on their own, but strap on a good pair of Coach pumps and my legs were never ending up to my short skirts and shorts. With all these and long, straight black hair, I was an erotic, exotic jewel. ”Ben says, “Great, I was hoping you wouldn’t change your minds.”Ben grabs the mic for the cab and orders, “Turn this rig around - we’re headed back to our land in Leadville.”Johnny asks, “Are you sure about this?”Ben states, “Damn sure! I’m tired of running from the terrorists so I’m going to take the fight to them.”We get another call on the communications system - this time it’s Bernie.Bernie says, “Well, I’m not sure how to ask this.”I tell him, “Well, just spit it out.”Bernie asks, “If.