...it was never about the money! I could always make more. I dominated and humiliated my hated enemy, Luke. I forced him to crawl at my feet. The cowa...d..............the hostage of my conquest was paraded on the streets.... a testament to my victory over him. It was never about the money.............it was about honor. He would remain forever the ransom-less hostage...redemption denied! I moved out and found a small studio apartment. I did some major repair work for my landlady, Margie, a. She slides a hand up the inside of is thigh to his ass. He looks down at her and runs his hand through her hair. A finger is at the entrance to his hole. It creeps in slowly as she sucks so nicely. "Fuck me. You are a dirty tramp when you want to be,” he tells her.She fingers his ass as she sucks him. Her head is bobbing fast on him."How naughty are you feeling? Do you want to spit or swallow?” he asks her."Neither," is her reply"If I am a dirty tramp then make me wear it.” She slurps and eats. "I'm starting to wonder if you were ever really abused. You just seem to well trained to have had a mean master."The two made their way through the studio outside where Jillian opened the back door to her SUV and Hector jumped in without being asked. The weathergirl smiled at how well trained the dog was and got behind the wheel and started up the engine.She turned her head around to back up, and was greeted with another sloppy lick from the huge dog."Now will you stop that," she laughed as his. Everybody will retire to the bedrooms. Then, it is every man for himself.”“You have got to be shitting me, H B?”H B shut his eyes for a second, as he shook his head from side to side. His face pulled into a frown. “Come here. Let me show you something,” he sputtered out with slurred speech as he turned to lead Roger out of the den up the stairs to a small office. He opened the closet, clicked the light switch and pointed to a cork bulletin board, which covered an area four feet by four feet.On.