..fuuuh! So that's what a hand job feels like.”I looked down at my body. There was still some cum dripping from mydick, and I could still feel my mo...her's hand trying her hardest toget me to ejaculate. I then looked out into the hallway wheremy mother was searching for the tissues.“This settles it. The ring works. Which means,....”A grin naturally formed on my face.“My life should become quite interesting from now on.”My mother returned, having finished her quest for the tissues,and wanted to. After turning over the photos to a mysterious man she calls Mentor, Maya is given an address for her next “case.” A week later she arrives at the residence of an industrial tycoon. But after he has his way with Maya, he reveals that he knows she was the one who helped bring down the recently scandalized judge, who was on the tycoon’s payroll. For this, Maya must die!Standing under a streetlamp smoking a cigarette, a figure in a dark, floor-length trenchcoat, the collar turned up and met by a. John strode in slowly. He walked over and sat on the sofa. Allyson knelt meekly on the floor between his legs. He thought about this girl, how he’d come to meet her, how they ended up where they were. He remembered again how it all began back in college. She was such a mousy little thing. He first saw her when he was in the library. She was in one of those tiny semi-private alcoves busily doing something on her computer. She had stringy brownish hair, no make-up, and dark glasses. She was. We arrived at Master Thomas’s house after about a hour’s drive…the longest hour I had ever spent in my life. Master Thomas lived in a very respectable neighborhood, and his home was a large two-story Victorian-style house built, as I understood, in the early 1900’s. It sat on a large, well-manicured lawn which featured a circular driveway, which came up to the front of the house and passed between the house and a large fountain out front. The house had a full wrap-around covered porch on three.