As I was relaxing in my wonderful climax, I realized some of my thick and slimy cock juice had dripped off her lips onto my carpet. I was furious!"Bit...h, look what you've done. Your no good mouth leaked my cock juice out onto my carpet!" I'm so sorry Sir!!. Please allow me to lick it up. I'm so sorry, Sir" You'll learn to swallow all my cock juice, bitch. You're useless to me otherwise, cunt, unless I chose to spray all over you"With that, I grabbed her head and shoved my cock deep into her. An hour later, Vixen came back to the room and untied me. ?Get over here now you cum-slave!? Mistress Vixen ordered me to move over to where she was now reclining. ?Yes Mistress?? I offered timidly to this raven-haired dominatrix who had ?bought? me several months earlier from another strict keeper for an undisclosed amount. Vixen looked fantastic. Skin-tight knee length black patent boots with platform soles and six-inch spike heels, a black leather mini skirt and a matching leather zip-up. This is the story of the MORE. As Katy and I chatted, though not as often as I would have liked, we gotaquainted, and became more and more friendly, wanting more than justchat, more than cyberspace could offer us. I guess that is when it all really started to bloom into the MORE I referred to. I had the opportunityto do a photo shoot for a friend of a friend in Dallas, and jumped at the chance...maybe I could finally meet her, maybe we could do the things wehad chatted about...just maybe...I. We just know that he is one of the world’s most successful arms dealers. He has been supplying the most lethal sorts of weapons to every extremist, crackpot, and terrorist organization on the planet for at least ten years that we know of. Sometimes, we think he must have graduated from our academy, because he always enters–‘ ‘unobtrusively, gets the job done quietly, and leaves without anyone knowing he was ever there?’ ‘Yes, quite. Well, this time, we have an advanced tip about when and where.