A whore... "I was rubbing faster now, the good feeling building, moving with the speed and diversity of mercury droplets down my legs and up to my nip...les... "Hold yourself open hon, that's it, wider, wider... good girl!"She watched me; I closed my eyes, my mouth open(I was gasping, panting as I rubbed my clit faster and faster."Stop!" she said with quiet authority... "Stop!"I groaned but stopped rubbing."Put your hands at your sides, now", she said a little harshness crept into her tone.... Tanner squirmed and sighed in the mess he’d already shot, its premature release not detracting from his submissive pleasure and masochistic yearning, as he watched Thora Devere, his new owner, exact her wanton sadism with the whip upon Brigham ... her eyes turning toward the display cart with a sordid smile meant for one person only, as she showed its occupant both her prowess, and thorough enjoyment of using the whip on submissive masculinity, Tanner’s responsive gaze at the graceful movement. “That too! So things are good with Tasha; how are things with Jocelyn?”“In a holding pattern until Thanksgiving. She sent me a card and I sent her one in reply. She promised to see me on Friday after Thanksgiving, so I’m waiting for that. I don’t want to push her.”“No, you don’t. And Clarissa?”“She and Glenda are doing fine; Clarissa’s ‘loving’ parents,” I made air quotes, “told her that when she gets over her rebellion and goes straight, she’s welcome home.”Mom shook her head, “We both know. You know ... hotel room.”“Baby doll,” he smiled, “Any more and you’re going to overpressure my heart.”“Nonsense,” I giggled. “It’s good to push the limits...” I’m winning.“Where’s it stop?” he asked. “We run an engineering house and that robotics asylum of yours...”“It’s not mine. It’s almost autonomous. The Munchkins...”“I know,” he conceded. “But adult leadership.”“We have Jerry Stengall.”“Whom the pTerridactyl leads around on a leash.”“She does NOT. She’s cute ... He’s...”“Possibly the most.