Men and women without conscience walk among us. They’re very cool and charming. They’re very good at faking being nice. Everybody else buys their ...ct. Sociopaths are very good at hiding in plain sight. They’re everywhere. They can be anyone. Your weasel of an aunt. The annoying cop at school. Your embittered and manipulative sister. The covertly destructive librarian on your college campus. Your histrionic mother. The foul-mouthed jerk who sits next to you. The cruel girl who gives you a hard. I gently stroke your belly drifting to one nipple then the other. You move over and take my cock again. You push me down and look at my cock, fully erect and engorged with blood. You bend down and taste me for the very first time, tasting the salty fluid already there. You take it in your mouth, feeling it throb to your talents. You run your tongue around the head and down the shaft. I begin to moan as you take all of me. It doesn’t take long for me to feel the pressure build and. It was like goo and it had a hard time going down. I drank it slowly so I wouldn’t choke on it and slowly swallowed it all. After the longest minute of my life, I took the last gulp and finished the glass. I looked up at Mr. Sugimoto. “Was that all?” I said, not believing how bold I was to this man. He smiled at me and said “You are an uncommon whore. We should bring you to Japan to learn respect!” then he slapped me.“Get dressed and leave “ Mr. Sugimoto said. “Can I…at least clean up?” I. . they didn't."Maggie," I said when she brought me in the first mug of coffee for the day. "Maggie, would you please have Carl Winters come see me?" Sure," she replied promptly. She looked at me curiously. "Can I say why?" she asked. I shook my head, but reconsidered almost immediately. I felt a need to say something in partial explanation. Maggie was a second mother to me and had been since we started out in a renovated warehouse back in the old days."Just tell him I need to become a customer.