My pur ... pose in ... life." What are your other purposes? Why do you live?" I ... live ... to ... serve ... you ... Mis... tress. ... I'm ... your's..." That's what I wanted to hear, good little sissy-whore."I switched to vibration 3 and Melissa started to moan loud. "Yes ... Mistress... this... is... per... fe... ..... AHHHHHHH!" was all she could say before a hard orgasm rolled through her body. Her legs started to spasm and she bit the pillow.I had not enough yet so I switched to vibration 4. "That's okay, Jon, I was feeling pretty wild myself, and I needed a really good fucking. I know that you didn't really mean to hurt me, and although it made things even more passionate at the time, I think I've got it out of my system!"I had one last lick around her labia; she was running with her juices, so I took some onto my tongue and moved up to kiss her, passing the nectar over."I think you're ready for some loving!" Oh god yes, I can't wait any longer!"I didn't believe in teasing the. How much is he paying you?” I asked next.“A hundred large for you, and fifty large for the girl,” he admitted.“Is it the money, or are you just looking to fuck someone else,” I asked. “I mean, I know why Hammer thinks he had to do it, but why you?”“It’s the money. Hammer promised to continue working with us, if you died,” Gray said. “He is old school. It’s all about the dominance thing. You just didn’t play his game.”“You know how it is with a screwed up limb. It makes hard to get down to kiss. But there was another Dick roaming the countryside at the same time, a highwayman of equally villainous proportions who has not gone down in folklore as his contemporary Mr. Turpin has, even though they shared the same Christian name. Dick McCabe, known by all those whose path he crossed as Big Dick and not without reason, was a highwaymen of a different kind. He wasn't interested in stealing people's loot, since he was actually an aristocrat with, some said, a fortune in gold bars stashed away.