Plus on school days until nine at night too.After that I knew that she would not be shoplifting ever again. I didn’t care if she got expelled either... That would just free her up on school days.It wasn’t long before news had spread that my fucking slut was open for adult business from nine until midnight during the week and from nine until three in the morning on weekends.I was usually in bed all ready when she crawled in with me. Every day was payday with her.We were making a small fortune but. ." shegrowled, drawing a short-bladed, serrated knife from her belt, "I start tocut bits of you off."I still had no idea what 'them' was, but an idea was beginning to form inmy mind. If I could persuade her that whatever it was she was looking forwas in a place that she wouldn't be able to get to without me, I might beable to get free of this infernal collar locking me in place. How I gotaway after that, I'd have to play by ear, but surely something would cropup."No! Don't, I'll... I'll tell. As I was in a stagger back to the car, I hear Randy. He is stting on the front porch in the dark, just chilling.. I hear..." Well don't you look hot, Come on up and sit with me". I about screamed as I had not clue he was there. I walked up on the porch to find him sitting in a huge swing. The only light there was was a small one shining out the front window from the hall way. I could see that he had his cock out and it was already hard. I had to laugh.. Looking at him and his cock I asked... In about half a second. So now my computer has my coffee ready for me in the morning ... usually.What I mean by that is that it’s usually morning. But, for example, the other night when Nancy, my significant other, and I had a particularly active night in bed together, I didn’t get up until noon. I go out to the computer — it’s never shut down now — and find the coffee was just finishing. George — the name I’ve given to Mayday and to which he now answers — had made a timing adjustment so the.