It's not her fault. She knew she would have to do some things she wouldn't want to do. That was the nature of the work, wasn't it? And she had even he...rd about the English and their perversions and their bizarre fetishes. But she never thought it would be like this. Like this! God. Not like this."Say sorry," Zynab smirks down at her."Sorry..." Francesca sobs, repeatedly kissing the tops of Zynab's toes."I am your mistress. You will call me mistress. Apologise again. Kiss my feet and keep. I promise you can do me back there next time." I couldn't believe it. The woman actually thought I had cum!. Granted, I have never lasted through one of her orgasms like this before, but still..."I'm sorry," I told her. "I didn't cum yet. By the feel of things, I am definitely 'lubed up' enough. Now either stick it in your ass, or get out. I'm not playing around." I emphasized this with a thrust of my hips, like I was trying to throw her off me.Fear entered her eyes, and I could tell that she. Next to the star was a number. All of these job cards had a 1 to 4 written next to it. This was the number of merits they could receive from the guild on successful job completion. At the end of the job board was a piece of paper with a list of things they sold only to guild members and a list of stuff they sold to anyone.On the member-only list, starting at 5 merits was something labelled 616.3. The list went on and filled out to nearly 50 items or techniques from instruction on essential. Harder and harder now. I could almost feel these imaginary things on my body. This smoke, these scales, those nails. And I’m hinting about bed rooms and blankets. Complaining of the cold just so you can warm me. Touch me, taste me, feel me, desire me, want me, so much that we burn with passion. So much that it aches. Tow drinks later and I’m in a backseat. One back seat later, we are at your front door. Now I’m stumbling to your bedroom, but how I knew were it was, I’ll never know. So I make.