"So you're leaving tomorrow." Yes. Daddy Ed has a survey up in Nevada. Some fool thinks that he can find silver that was missed in the late 1800s and ...ants us to tell him the best place to dig," Eddie said. They had turned down the job a dozen times, but the man who wanted it done was persistent."You don't think they'll have any luck?" William asked.Eddie shook his head and said, "The Comstock mines are all played out. There are traces here and there, but only fit for tourists to dig up." What. First, she indicated that she was most eager to accept the position as his administrative assistant, knowing full well he would exploit her shamelessly.She had already calculated that if she work out well he could to keep her as his assistant when he was recalled to America at the end of his assignment.Second, she wanted him to know that she would also be grateful to him if he would accept her as his submissive too and use her as he saw fit; not just on the job, but all the time. She told him. With little concern of the pup's comfort, the Handler ripped the electrical adhesive strip from the base of his cock, leaving a patch of red to show where it had been. He stood from behind the trapped pup, leaving the electrodes framing his scrotum and the power pack to run them.With an appreciative nod from Mistress Gray, the Handler left the bag on the ground by Bitch's feet and took his leave behind the crowd. She sat with the group admiring her property promptly on display for all those. He was a hugger like his mother, too. Of my five stepsons (stepsons to be, technically, but it was all but official), he and I were probably the closest."Welcome home, Evan," Reggie said as I gave him the hug he wanted.I patted his back and smiled down at him tiredly. "Thanks, Reg." You've got a black eye again," he observed.I gave a soft chuckle. Reggie always pointed out my bruises and bloody lips and black eyes and whatever other bits of damage I came home with. He had a child's morbid.