“Khamûl ... is he... ?”Mocking laughter came at her from all sides. “His energies have been redirected to something more useful. Your dalliance... have been entertaining, to be sure, and your greedy enthusiasm for his staff and seed have been most impressive,” he said as she gaped at their intimate knowledge, “but his task was to restore you for what is yet to come. Whatever else happens is irrelevant. Should he deem it an appropriate reward for his services, he is free to make use of you as. “Hey, Jarhead, it’s 20 bucks if you want in on this!”I decided to fuck with him, “I only play for C-notes! Anything less just isn’t worth my time!”He scoffed, “Are you trying to intimidate me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”I growled, “I’m the guy who’s gonna make you pay ... YOU FUCKING LOSER!”“LOSER? I ain’t never lost nothing, Jarhead!”I pulled out my dogtags, “Oh no? You sure lost these! Where the fuck do you think I found them!?”He was frantically patting his chest, just now realizing. She sensed his ease most of all, and his fluid command of the language. She liked that he was so articulate, educated. His conduct as to the task at hand was admirable, as he cut right to the crux of the needs before him, asking all the right questions to save them both time, yet maintaining a relaxed and confident poise, meeting her eyes often, that had a very comforting effect on her. She liked him immediately and felt a hard to define connection. Was it an aura kind of thing perhaps? She was. "Bend over the desk and get those hands well in front of you ... grab the other side of the desk young lady." Then pulling her legs well apart he roughly smacks her back side. "Nothing like having a big bottomed naughty woman on full display. Now we are going to get to the task of whipping your butt good because to answer your third question - yes - you will be off to work on time," he growled applying hard spanks to first one cheek then the other over and over again watching carefully as.