I was getting to see them tonight! Mistress Denise ended the phone call abruptly by hanging up on me. Fine. As if that hurt me. Time was a...astin’: this girl had places to go, her people to see, as long as I passed inspection. Hanging up the phone in its cradle I raced upstairs to fulfill my duties. My room seemed clean enough. I was setting out my clothes when I heard Mistress Denise’s voice downstairs. “Ceres, why aren’t you here in place for your daily. She said, "well, we went through a tough situation there, but let's just put it behind us – the yard looks great" ... I settled in nervous relaxation, and stumbled through a normally simple word to pronounce: "REALLY?"She immediately changed the subject... "come take a look at my art, I've been working on it a lot since you first looked at it " ... and since she was still leaning on the wall leading down the hallway, she turned in that next doorway, making me have to walk across to follow her. ”Shit! This scumbag knew way too much about my life if he knew I had a husband and a wife. Well, he did live in my neighborhood, though two blocks north, right on the lake. I was going to freeze out here waiting for a tow truck. But did I dare accept a lift from a known pimp?“I don’t think I’m safe going with you, Ernie,” I said frankly. “I’ll just call AAA from the clinic. As soon as I walk in, they’ll probably tell me my lights are on. Thank you.”“I’m not a threat to you, miss. You are doing. She told me she had just lubed up the strap-on by putting it in herself before coming in and covering it in her pussy juice so it should be ok. With this Karen held my legs back and I felt a gentle pressure against my asshole, gradually I felt the head just push its way in, Karen grabbed my hand and held it while continuing to push, my ass had taken some dick before but nothing this big. Slowly Karen pushed, occasionally stopping to ask if I was ok before I told her to carry on. When Karen had.