"I didn't even realize! Wow!"Her chuckle gladdened my heart. "I'm ass backwards, Joseph. I don't need to be alone. I need to not be alone. I need you ...oseph. Could you..." I'll be there as soon as I can," I told her, filling a pause."No. Not tonight. It's late. You're exhausted, aren't you?" Right now I'm much less," I argued."I talked to Fanny this evening. She called me after you called her to come to the studio. She called me for permission because I wouldn't be there, you know? She's an. I want to know the moment you know anything that concerns the safety of my family or me." My voice was about two octaves higher than normal."Then I guess I should tell you the rest. We have been keeping an eye on Tamara's ex-husband. We have a recorded phone conversation made Thursday; someone asking questions about Tamara. We couldn't trace the call but Mr. Sanger is supposed to meet the caller this morning. Jeff has a man on it." What do you think is going on?" I asked."I suspect whoever is. I was starting to realize what prissy might have endured and I could understand how it might turn anyone mad. It was hard to tell but I think a few weeks passed. After Mistress had sewn me up things changed somehow, the beatings had increased as but Mistress had explained to me that, that’s how she shows her love. But something changed inside me. Mistress explained to me how I was just like her doll. I started to see that she was right and I wanted to be the best doll I could be. I saw prissy. Courtney pulled her sopping fingers out of her steaming snatch again, and with a lewd grin, she started jerking on my cock instead. I grinned back at her as I pulled her closer to me, and especially as she guided my cock to the entrance of her sex. I let out a loud, long groan of sinful pleasure as I parted the wet, slippery folds of Courtney's slit with the tip of my manhood ... and then, I sank myself deep inside her. Nothing felt better than sinking my cock into some tight, white pussy..