Sidney Burns gave her a look that promised more later. "You are to call me Mr. Burns, here, Marilyn."Yes sir, your slave is sorry."Marsha acted like s...e couldn't believe her ears. Your slave? She thought. She decided to ignore it. "Mr. Burns, I want to press charges." Just a moment, Marsha. Let me hear from Paul. What happened, Paul?" Well sir, I did feel her. She reached out to shake hands and I just gave in to temptation." I see. Well done, son."Marsha's jaw dropped. Well done? Your slave?. ’ ‘Oh?’ ‘Yep!’ she told him, ‘They wanted to know all about you.’ ‘And?’ ‘Well… I don’t know that much about you, so I couldn’t tell them much, could I?’ ‘Is that what you told them?’ he felt gutted that he had warranted such little discussion. ‘No!’ she protested. Then she gave another little laugh, ‘I told them that you are gorgeous and that our hot date was indeed a hot date – which was what they mostly wanted to know.’ Another air punch and another silent, ‘Yesssss!’ ‘Really?’ his voice. After all during the past months he had discovered that his mouth and ass hole were a source of pleasure he’d barely imagined before running from home.“So, little girly boi, have you chosen a name?” the slow steady probe of the velvet covered steel prong in Calvin’s butt had not ceased for a time that felt nearly endless. Yet the question was important, for just as he knew he had chosen, not been forced by hunger to be here, to start to grow a set of breasts, and to have the hair permanently. I was glad we hadn't planned on a snatch and grab from the limo. It would have been very difficult and equally dangerous.When we arrived at the hotel, I had to trust that Jeremy would be listening to the bugs and would call the Calvary, if necessary. Of course they would be too late to help us, but at least they wouldn't have time to hide our bodies in a landfill somewhere. Inside the suite we sat around the living room for several minutes having more drinks and more pills.I was supposed to be.