‘My employer agrees, it’s time to discontinue your services. He knows the man well, and the violence will only escalate if you keep pursuing him. ...end us an invoice, and if you could, recommend someone, someone a little less…constrained.’ Mr. Henderson put him in touch with a small firm, ex military, that were known for getting results at all costs. He called the owner and warned him. He laughed. ‘I don’t care who he’s associated with. I’ll get your man the results he expects.’ Three days later. His fingers were thicker and rougher than Lisa’s, they reached even farther, easily touching my favorite spot all over again.Mica went slow and steady, asking “Do my fingers feel good, you like getting fucked by my fat fingers?”I moaned and nodded and held his arm as his big fingers penetrated me. He kept going, and I was getting the urge to ask for more, when he slowly pulled them out.I was definitely disappointed, but before I could protest Mica stood up and motioned for me. She said that she didn’t have any clothes for sleeping in. I said I’d be right back, and brought her out a big flannel shirt that I have, that I knew would cover her nicely. And off she went to shower.As she showered, I called a friend of mine, who happens to be a deputy sheriff, and asked if he was busy in the morning. He said no, and after I told him about what happened to Sharon and my idea of going there tomorrow to collect as many things that belonged to her, and it would be nice to throw. She said that I’d be fucked, and I know that it’s wrong, but every time she tried to scare me of it, I got very wet at the idea, so much that she once broke a paddle on my bottom. My bruises didn’t go away for days. No more of that?” Chloe begged him.“No more paddling unless you want it. No more brutal beatings. I swear it. And it’s legally binding, as I just told you. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be fucked, either. In fact, I can promise you that you’ll get fucked a lot if you’re.