So when they do, it’s me.”“Are you saying you suck and fuck them?” I said, not believing what I heard.Nodding, Bob said, “No one’s fucked ...e. The girls take care of the fucking. I have only sucked them off. When I do, they are generous with their tips.”“How generous?” I said.“Last Saturday, a man gave me fifty dollars. A blowjob is ten bucks, but most of them tip. If they’re winning, they tip me well,” Bob said. He turned to look at me. “Now you know why I didn’t want to tell you about. “Let’s have lunch,” he said. “You must be hungry by now.”He took me to a nearby restaurant. They seemed to know who he was there. Without a word, we were shown to a quiet table in the back. As soon I sat down across from him, “Why am I here, and why are you making me wear all of this?” I asked. He didn’t answer me instead he took out a pack of Marlboro lights cigarettes from his pocket and put it in his mouth. A waitress with regular features appeared from nowhere and without saying anything. Beck was keeping mostly to himself these days. He had always been a pretty private person, but the last couple months had been especially solitary. A lot of it was due to trying to focus on Tori, but it was more so because of him not feeling well. He wasn't sick in the traditional sense, but he certainly felt like hell. He hadn't told anyone, but while he was at the camp, he lost an aunt that he was very close to. No one even bothered to tell him until he was back home. Charged with the task of. Sheknew my heart, and I did not have to speak for her to know what shemeant to me.Gently releasing me, she directed me onto my knees. She was lookingdown at me with triumph, power, tenderness, and love. My own gaze up ather was one of submission, devotion, and a matching, trusting love."Now little one," she spoke, "it's time to please your Mistress. Startwith my feet." She sat on the bed with her legs drawn up and her feetat the edge. Her toes were long, their nails painted in a glossy.