." I'm sorry..." Don't be. And don't think when the time finally comes that you're degrading me, or anything. I suck pussy because Master tells me to ...- but I'd do it for fun, anyway, because I know it's not going to keep me from enjoying things like what Sir did to me. You worry too much about silly things..." The Wench yawned. "Anything else?" No, let's try to get a minute's sleep..." It was rapidly apparent that the Wench's tension had been relieved; mere moments later, a soft snore began to. She really did deserve at least one special day of her own.Yet could she go through with it? Could she peddle her ass to "entertain" some strange man or woman and get them to buy the lingerie she was supposed to be modeling and selling? She had been brought up in a good home with good parents - could she set aside her morals and her proper upbringing for this? Kim struggled with the decision for the next two days.Finally, that Friday Kim came to work with an answer for the Mistress. She had. I was in no doubt it would be made up at a later date if we continued to see each other. I slid from underneath her curvaceous frame and decided to make a move downstairs for a coffee. I retraced my steps down the large oak, winding staircase. In the heat of the moment last evening I had no time in which to admire the decadence and finish of this palace, it really was a stunning house. After opening a couple of doors I found my way through to large kitchen, beautifully modern and light with. ”“That bad?” the Chief asked.“A pedophile and murderer. He destroyed a lot of lives. He had a special fondness for Joe. Fortunately it never became sexual, probably because Joe’s father was a good friend. Unfortunately it wasn’t true for Joe’s best friends growing up. One killed himself. The other became, and still is, a high priced escort. She’s actually a really cool lady.”“I’ll take your word for it,” said the mother.“Me too,” the Chief smirked.“You better,” said his wife.“Anyway, even.