..a little gin and tonic. Don't have to drive now, just sitting nextto the fireplace." "I won't tell. Hey, Debbie, I was at the Mirage the other day, ...nd I gota panic attack. I swear there was this guy in there playing craps, who lookedjust like Mr. Miller." (Candy was lying here, I could tell it in her voice. She wasn't a real goodliar, so I wondered where she was going with this.) "Mr. Who?" "You know...Mr. Miller. I never knew his first name." (Silence.) "Hello, Debbie. You know who I'm. His sphincter contracts around my fingers and I force them further up his arse while my lips wander back to his. At one point his fingertips brush against my prick. I press his palm to it and guide his hand up my shaft to signal him to continue. He masturbates me with a saint’s patience and dedication; touches me in exactly the way I want to be touched. His movements mirror the slow pace of our kiss and once more I am overwhelmed by the acute feelings of lust this boy so effortlessly induces in. She isn’t kind, and she isn’t caring. She should have made Kitten her pet.My Queen cares about two things, her honor, and her harem. Even if I’m the only member so far. This morning, she gave what would have been her second harem member to me, and that proves she cares about me. Nothing else makes sense.No, more than that, she must LOVE me. Kitten wasn’t a small gift, and neither was letting me choose how Kitten would look.I laughed and swept Kitten into a hug and gave her a deep kiss.The only. “Virginia, strip,” I said as he began making calls on his cell phone.“Yes, Ms. Pearce,” the blonde moaned with breathy worship. She was utterly mine. It was such a delicious thing to witness.She undid the buttons to her low-cut blouse. She was such a gorgeous thing. I had my belief on why she had been hired, and it wasn’t for her typing skills. Mr. Haige had never married. No woman had trapped him, but that didn’t mean he was a monk.He turned and watched his assistant stripping. She revealed an.