I finally fell asleep. Still needing money I desided to go back and do the jobs he wanted. Finally the day came and I went to Jims house. " You came. ...asn't sure if youI would" Jim said. "I told you I'd be back" I reminded him. He let me in and walked me back to the den, then when to the kitchen and brought back two beers. He asked me how my week was, and how I was doing. I told him" I have to admit, I wasn't sure if I was coming back, but you pay well and I still need money for a car. "I like. We know about your family, what your parents did for a living and their hobbies etc." I gasped at this, "How did you know so much" I queried. Again she smiled and quietly said, "We have our contacts." At this I suddenly thought of Ms. Sharp and said so. "Not really, although we know of her and have used her for information, she's not to be trusted and we do have others." "Not to be trusted" I repeated? "No she's also a bully and a braggart" she went on. "Before we get off on tangents. With our return on the 20th, we would both have the opportunity to shake off the jet lag and be ready for the bash. I was actually looking forward to turning 46. As the wheels touched down at OHare, I was starting to get those anxious feelings again. My dick began growing in my pants and my heart started racing while the rest of the world seemed to slow down. It was the most agonizing ride home I have ever had! Even Mark was starting to become impatient at the slowed down pace. We both wanted. Another scream escaped. “Sssh!” he hissed. “The more you scream the harder you’ll be whipped.” It was so painful, but the pain was making me wet. I tried to grit my teeth the best I could, but it was difficult with O ring gag in my mouth. After being struck over twenty times, the pain was beginning to numb, which made it easier for me to control my screams. “You’re learning well, slave,” he said, proudly, “you’re a stupid fucking little slave and you belong to me, your Master, and I finally.