She called the knife. She hadn't lasted three days.But a task force was something new and delicious. They couldn't find him, they had nothing on him. ...r. Big Shot Detective couldn't find his ass with a flash light, road map and both hands. He smothered his giggles into his hand.And his partner, whoa, now she was something. All blonde, cool good looks and ice in her veins, sexy as hell in her uniform. He could imagine her strapped down to the table, spitting at him. She would be in that uniform. She smiled at me politely and headed up the stairs. No doubt headed for my neighbor the salon since they are the only other business up there and I had no appointments scheduled for the day. I took the boxes to the trash and headed back up the stairs thinking about my to-do list for the afternoon when I came through the door of my shop and almost collided with her. “Oh! I saw you on the stairs, is this your shop?” “Yes” I replied, slightly out of breath from the stairs and the surprise. “I’m. I like to hurt my slaves as I come, or get close. And I like to make them say things while I fuck them, repeat vile things I give them to say, humiliate them. All okay so far?" Yes, Mistress." Sounded excellent to me, I thought."But there's one other thing... I like to spit right in your face while I fuck you. Like, in your eyes, face, mouth, make you swalow my spit and all. I really get off on it. And when I finish fucking, I like to pull off right away... and I don't want my slave to. It draped into her ass crack. We'd found a pussy pink stretch knit, sheer g-string that molded to her pussy. Debbie modeled it in front of the mirror in our room. Half her cunt hair was exposed. Debbie danced in front of the mirror. Her tits jiggled seductively. Her skirt rose up to her g-string, exposing her thighs to the point where they curved inward toward her pussy, making a fucking gap with her thigh-high stockings squeezing the tops of her thighs. We watched in the mirror while we.