After a few minutes of silence, he came down from his sexed-up high, got out of the bed and came up behind me.“Open your mouth, shit-face, and get r...ady for the greatest pleasure someone of your puny slave-stature can hope for. I’ve dipped my finger in my cum, and I’m going to give you a taste of what could be yours…what might be yours if your prove yourself to be more than the ass-licking cock slut you are now. Are your ready?”Ready? Was i ready? If he had he told me i was going to have to. I am determined to quit this place, and to do so at once."Corky suppressed a flinch as Mrs. Dalrymple reached out to pat Corky's shoulder softly. "Well, I do hope you'll come to dinner soon," she said. "Have you said good-bye to the girls yet?"Corky colored a little. "I believe they're preoccupied at the moment. I'd prefer not to disturb them." Oh, nonsense," Mrs. Dalrymple chided him. "Are they bickering again? I'll soon put a stop to that! You wait right here, William, and I'll fetch them at. Sheesh, don't they know the rules? My outside lights were off. That meant I wasn't participating in the stupid ritual of Trick or Treat. Bah humbug. Yeah, I know that's another holiday. I don't give Christmas presents either.Ding-dong."Okay, okay, you've got my attention." I flicked on the front light and peeked out the small window of the front door, while dripping water all over the tile floor. There stood a teenager, well maybe a little older. He or she was wearing a plain jacket. I didn't. Your offer, however, smooths all difficulties, and I have only to ask you, my dear M. de Morcerf" (these words were accompanied by a most peculiar smile), "whether you undertake, upon my arrival in France, to open to me the doors of that fashionable world of which I know no more than a Huron or a native of Cochin-China?" Oh, that I do, and with infinite pleasure," answered Albert; "and so much the more readily as a letter received this morning from my father summons me to Paris, in consequence.