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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Wherever our Gods traveled, spreading their message of love and joy, they were showered with gifts.

—The Gospel of April 25:20

Mark Glassner – Tacoma, WA

Mary and I walked into the third, and final, bank we had to rob. This bank was located in Tacoma off Pearl Street. It was on the way out to Gig Harbor and our meeting with the plane’s owner. Behind us, 15 and 16 carried the duffel bags full of money.

It was a disappointing bank.

Not for the money, I’m sure it had plenty, but for the employees. Three male tellers and a female loan officer that was as stout as an outhouse. What was this world coming to when there was not even a moderately attractive bank teller? But Mary and I made the best of it.

“Mmm, I’ve been thinking about your cock in my tight ass all day,” Mary whispered in my ear when she saw my disappointment. She rubbed my hardening cock through my pants. “What do you say, stud? Want to give your filly a nice ride?”

“I always want to give my filly a great fucking ride,” I answered and kissed my sweet Mary on the lips.

There was a leather couch for waiting customers. It was perfect. I bent Mary over the armrest, hiked up her blue skirt, and exposed her beautifully plump ass. I loved her ass. Mary thought she needed to loose a little weight.

She was crazy. Her ass was perfect.

I gave her soft asscheeks each a squeeze before I knelt down and spread them apart, revealing her brown, puckered asshole. I savored the sight, inhaling her sour musk mixed with the spicy-sweet perfume of her pussy.

I had to devour her. I leaned in and tongued her sphincter in fast circles. She sighed in pleasure, shuddering beneath my tongue. I enjoyed her sour flavor. I loved every part of my Mary. I could spend the rest of my life worshiping her.

She was my goddess.

“Oh, yes, Mark,” she purred. “Mmm, you know how to make a girl feel loved.”

I smiled before I pushed my tongue past the tight ring of her asshole. I slipped in and swirled about her velvety, hot walls, coating her insides with saliva. I loved her flavor. I moaned as I pushed my tongue as deep as it could go, then pulled back and fucked it in again.

Mary sighed every time my tongue slipped into her depths. My fingers squeezed and massaged her butt-cheeks as I tongued her. I loved eating her ass, her pussy. She shuddered, her hips moving, her excitement building as I probed my tongue deeper and deeper into her bowels.

“Mmm, ream my ass, hun!” panted Mary. “God, I love getting my ass eaten out! Get me ready for your cock. Ooh, I want it so bad. Watching you fuck that whore Kelli excited me.”

I stuck two fingers up into her cunt. She was wet and hot, her flesh clenching down on my fingers. “I can tell. You’re dripping.”

“Mmm, well you’re also so good at licking my asshole. Plus, everyone’s watching.”

I grinned and pulled my two fingers out of her pussy and pushed them into her tight ass. I slid them in and out, lubing her asshole until her my fingers fucked into her ass with ease. Then I stood up, and pushed my cock into her pussy, burying all the way into her tight depths.

“Ooh, that’s nice,” Mary sighed, her hips shifting.

“You sure you don’t want me to fuck this hole?”

“No, I need my naughty stallion to fuck my ass and ride me hard.”

I laughed and pulled my cock out of her pussy. Her juices dripped off my shaft as I slid up her taint and between her soft, pillowy butt-cheeks. I pressed on her sphincter. She clenched and relaxed, her wrinkled opening caressing the tip of my cock.

“Wait,” Mary said right as I pushed the tip in.

“Why?” I asked, pulling my cock out.

Mary stood and walked around to lie down on the leather couch, the leather creaking as she laid down on her back. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulled her legs back, and exposed her asshole and cunt. “Come fuck your mare, my randy stallion!”

I eagerly crawled over the armrest and onto the couch, my knees sinking into the cushion. Her legs slipped onto my shoulders as I guided my dick to her puckered asshole. I groaned as I pushed my cock slowly into her depths.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, shuddering in delight as her bowels clenched and relaxed about my dick.

I leaned over her, holding myself up on my arms as my dick slid in and out of her tight bowels. Mary’s green eyes twinkled in excitement as I stared into her emerald depths. I made love to my fiancee’s ass as an entire bank full of customers, tellers, and loan officers watched.

I wanted them all to see how much I loved my naughty filly.

Her bowels were velvet. She moaned every time I bottomed out inside of her. Her bowels clenched and relaxed on me. The couch groaned beneath us, the leather sticking to our heaving flesh as I fucked her faster and faster, my balls aching and the pleasure coursing through my body.

“Oh, yes, your cock feels so amazing in my ass, Mark,” Mary gasped. “Yes, yes! God, I love your cock in me!”

“I love your ass, Mare!” I groaned. “Love your cunt, love your breasts. I love your emerald eyes, and I love you most of all.

I fucked her hard now, pounding her ass. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to cum in my woman. Our flesh slapped together as her tight asshole gripped my dick. My balls were already boiling. I couldn’t last long in her depths.

I groaned through clenched teeth as I reamed her. I savored every inch of her bowels. I knew her so well. I could tell how much she loved it by the moans she made and the way her face contorted as she shuddered.

“Take my cock, Mare,” I growled. “Let me hear you cum on it. Let everyone hear how you’re my woman. My queen. My goddess.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, bucking into my thrusts. “Take me. Show all these women how a real man fucks.”

What a woman. My woman.

I stroked her thighs as I pounded her. I twisted my head and kissed her knees resting on my shoulders as I loomed over her. My cock ached in her depths. Her velvety bowels caressed me with every stroke, the friction firing pleasure throughout my body.

My orgasm built inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mary gasped, her face contorting in bliss as her asshole spasmed about my cock. She reached up and caressed my cheeks with her soft hands. “You’re making me cum, stud! Yes, my naughty stallion’s making me cum!”

Her back arched and her breasts jiggled. Her ass clenched on my cock, spurring me to pound her hard. I loved the moans of her orgasm. The spurred me closer to my own eruption. My body trembled. My thrust becoming more furious as I neared the precipice. I thrust deep into her depths.

“Yes,” I growled.

“Cum in me,” she moaned as my orgasm erupted.

I spilled into her asshole. I shuddered with every blast. It was heavenly. The pleasure crashed through my body, powerful blows that sent me reeling with ecstasy. Mary’s legs slipped off my shoulder as I collapsed on her, kissing her sweet mouth as we held each other.

Our bodyguards finished robbing the bank for us as we cuddled. We had them lick us clean. 15 devoured my cum from Mary’s ass while 16 sucked my cock clean. Then we dressed and headed to get some lunch.

After lunch, we crossed the Tacoma Narrows Bridge over the Puget Sound, leaving Tacoma behind and entering the more picturesque city of Gig Harbor. We exited highway 16 right after crossing the bridge and made a few turns before arriving at the Tacoma Narrows Airport. I found a parking spot in front of the small facilities building for the airport and headed inside the small lounge.

“Mark?” a distinguished-looking, older man asked as he stood from a lounge seat.

Sitting beside him was a gorgeous woman, tall and willowy, long black hair that fell in beautiful curves around her delicate face. She looked bored, sitting gracefully in a wrap-around, flowery dress that left her right shoulder and belly exposed, the cloth molding to her round breasts. The skirt was short, and her legs were gorgeous, delicately crossed to show off her toned calves.

“Mmm,” Mary purred, her eyes flashing towards me.

We had the same thought. We would enjoy the slut together.

“Yes, I’m Mark and this is my fiancee, Mary,” I introduced.

The man had a firm handshake despite his age.. “I am Julius Prescott III, and this is my lovely wife, Monique.”

His lovely trophy wife.

“Pleased to meet you,” Monique said, in a bored French accent. Even bored, that accent sounded sexy as hell. When Monique’s eyes fell on Mary a hungry look blossomed. She reached out and gently clasped Mary’s hand, rubbing her fingers sensuously across the back of Mary’s hand, the boredom forgotten. “There is a quaint little bar nearby, maybe we can go and talk while we let our men do business.”

“How about we tag along? I love to watch my man do business,” Mary replied. “I think you’ll find it very entertaining.”

“Very well,” Monique said, hooking her arm around Mary’s.

Julius shrugged, “Well, let’s start by taking a look at the plane.”

He led us to a golf cart waiting outside the lounge. We piled in and he drove along the runway to one of the larger hangers. Inside was the almost ninety-foot long, narrow airplane. It was white, with triangular wings and two engines mounted on the fuselage of the plane, near the tail. Her tail number was N7301G.

“And there are no problems?” I asked Julius. I had no idea by just looking. Luckily, he couldn’t lie to me.

“No, I’ve maintained her very carefully,” Julius answered. “Would you like to see the maintenance records?”

“No, I trust you,” I told him.

“Well, she configured to seat ten comfortably, and I added a small, rear cabin with a bed.” Julius leaned in and confided, “It makes long flights much easier when you can stretch out in a real bed. The seats can all recline back and are somewhat comfortable to sleep on.”

He led us to the door and its fold out stairs and led us inside. The cockpit was a complicated set of controls and gages with both a pilot and copilot seats. Then there was a small galley and jump-seats for two flight attendants. The main seating area of the plane had two rows of five set with plush chairs that were almost recliners. Each had a built in TV screens that folded out along with a personal Bluray players.

“Top of the line stuff,” Julius insisted and then gaped.

Mary, sitting on a seat, pulled Monique into her lap. Monique sighed, captivated by Mary’s wish, and the two women kissed with passion. Their lips moved together, their tongues playing. My dick throbbed hard. Prescott had no idea whether to be excited by the lesbian kiss or hurt by his wife’s blatant infidelity.

Mary reached behind Monique and pulled the knot of bundled cloth that held the woman’s dress closed. The wrap came undone, unwinding as it fell away from Monique’s torso, exposing a magnificent pair of breasts.

“Delicious,” Mary purred before burying her face between the lush mounds. She rubbed her cheeks against both soft tits.

“Monique?” Julius gasped, his voice strangled. He had settled on a reaction. “Wh-what are you doing?”

I clapped a hand on him. “It’s perfectly okay for your wife to fuck Mary and myself, Julius.”

“Oh, of course,” Julius apologized, flushing at his outburst. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Well, those are some magnificent tits on your wife,” I said with a leer. “I’d be jealous, too.”

Julius nodded then pried his eyes away. “Anyway, we have satellite TV and high speed internet,” Julius said as he continued the tour. He led me back to the small cabin, dominated by a queen sized bed. “Well Mark, you can see how lovingly I took care of my plane.”

I nodded. “Yeah, you’ll sell it to me.”

“Very good,” Julius said and shook my hand.

“Go see my cops and they’ll give you the $26 million,” I said. “I hope cash will be fine?”

“Of course that’s just fine,” Julius said, a stunned look on his face. The guy was a billionaire and even he had probably never seen that much real, hard cash in one spot before.

“We’re going fuck your wife for awhile,” I told him, slapping an arm on his shoulder. “When we’re done, if you could have your pilots fly the plane to Thun Field in South Hill where I’ve got a hanger.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Julius said. “You do understand that the pilots do not come with the plane.”

“I’m in the hiring process for the crew,” I said with a smile. Hopefully, a sexy crew.

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Mary Sullivan

Monique moaned delightfully into my mouth as her husband walked passed us. I had Monique’s panties, a lacy lilac scrap of cloth, bunched around her knees while my fingers skillfully played with the French woman’s pussy. She had a wet cunt and shuddered in delight.

“Oh, yes, you have a magic touch,” Monique purred, momentarily breaking our kiss. I winked at Mark before recapturing her lips Our tongues twined—a real French kiss.

Mark walked over to us and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his hard cock, stroking it as he moved it to our lips. Monique moaned into the kiss as her eyes stared at the cock. Her pussy clenched on my fingers.

“Suck it,” I whispered in Monique’s ear after breaking our kiss.

“Yes,” groaned Mark as Monique’s soft lips kissed my cock, her tongue caressing the head of Mark’s cock.

“That’s it, slut,” I purred before bending over and capturing Monique’s dark nipple with my lips. Monique gave a throaty laugh and a soft moan as she nibbled on Mark’s cock. Her pussy clenched around my fingers.

“You two are a wild pair,” she purred. “And the way you sent my husband packing. Mmm, magnificent.”

“Suck his cock, slut,” I purred. “You’re ours right now.”

“Oh, yes,” she shuddered, then her hungry lips sealed over my fiance’s dick and sucked.

“That’s it, slut,” I moaned, fingering her pussy faster. I sucked on her nipple again and watched.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” groaned Mark.

Monique popped her lips off and let her tongue lick out across the tip of Mark’s dick. She played with his urethra and then sucked his cock back into her mouth. She bobbed her head and moaned around the dick. Her body shuddered as I fingered her faster.

She was a responsive slut.

I popped her nipple from my mouth and whispered in her ear, “Are you about to cum, slut?”

Monique moaned.

“Fuck, Mare, she’s good,” he panted.

“And she’s hot and eager to boil over,” I moaned. “Cum, slut. Let me feel that pussy convulse about my fingers.”

Monique shuddered on my lap, her thighs squeezing about my wrist as she came. Her cheeks hollowed. She sucked hard and moaned loudly about my fiance’s dick as her pussy massaged my probing fingers. I loved making a woman cum. It was exciting.

“You delicious slut,” I praised, prying my fingers out of her pussy. My digits dripped with her juices. They smelled delicious. A tart musk. I smeared her juices on her nipple, coating her areola and nub with her cream. “Mmm, I bet she tastes delicious.”

“Find out, Mare,” groaned Mark.

I leaned over and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Her tart musk coated my tongue as it flicked around her nub. Monique shuddered again on my lap. She sucked hard on Mark’s cock as I nibbled on her nipple.

But I wanted to get a taste of Mark’s cock, too. She should share. After all, he was my fiance.

I kissed up to Monique’s neck then reached her chin. My lips smooched up her chin until I reached the corner of Monique’s mouth stretched wide about my fiance’s cock. I let my tongue flick out and stroke his shaft.

Monique drew her mouth back until she barely had it sealed around the crown of his dick, leaving room for me to nuzzle at his cock. My lips pressed against the tip of Mark’s cock, sucking on the side and bringing a groan from my fiance. Our lips brushed, and then we were kissing each other around his dick, our tongue swirling and brushing each other.

“Damn, that is hot, Mare,” groaned Mark. “You two are wild.”

I moaned again, loving the praise from my fiance as I sucked his cock with Monique. His hand seized both our hair, holding us in place. My pussy burned with excitement as his face twisted with pleasure.

My man was about to cum.

“You two are fucking hot,” Mark moaned and pulled his dick away. He jerked his cock. I pressed my cheek against Monique’s, my mouth opened. “Get ready! I got bunch of tasty cum for you two vixens!”

“Oh, yes, cum on our faces,” Monique purred with her sexy, French lilt.

“Give it too me, stallion,” I panted. “Give us a cum-bath!”

White, ropy cum shot out of Mark’s cock, splattering my forehead and cheek. The second blast landed across Monique’s nose and lips, and a third blast fell on her round tits. A final squirt hit my other cheek. It dribbled warm across my face. I felt so naughty.

I looked down at Monique’s tits and Mark’s jizz. I groaned and bent down to lick up the line of salty cum. I loved cum. I had grown to enjoy it so much. I never would have done this for my asshole ex-boyfriend.

But I would gladly be Mark’s slut.

My tongue dragged across Monique’s silky, smooth orbs, following the line of cum right to her hard nipple. I sucked the nub into my mouth, savoring the cum and Monique’s moans as she licked her lips.

“What do you think, Mare?” asked Mark. “Do you think Monique would make a great stewardess?”

I giggled as Monique lapped at the sticky cum on my forehead. “Hmm, she would look delicious as a sexy stewardess.”

I pulled Monique’s to me and kissed her hard. We snowballed Mark’s salty cum back and forth. I loved it. Mark groaned as he watched us, stroking his cock, getting eager for another round of fun. I shuddered and broke the kiss, a thin strand of cum momentarily connected our lips before it snapped.

“You’re going to be our stewardess, Monique,” I said with a purr. “You’ll buy yourself a naughty stewardess’s outfit from a sex shop. The sluttier the better. Whenever we need to fly somewhere, we’ll give you a call.”

Monique giggled. “Absolutely, ma chérie.”

“We fly out Friday from Thun Field in South Hill for the weekend. Be there by two PM,” Mark added.

“I will,” she purred. “It sounds like so much fun.”

“How big is the bed?” I asked my fiance.

“Big enough,” Mark answered with a grin, and helped the pair of us stand.

We clung to Mark as we walked through the plane. Monique’s dress fell the rest of the way off of her, exposing the round curves of her ass and hips and a shaved cunt drenched with her fluids. I peeled out of her clothing before Monique and I attacked Mark.

We pushed him down on the bed and stripped off his clothing. He grinned the entire time as Monique and my hands roamed his body. He was getting so sexy now. I loved his body. He made me so wet. Monique and I worked down his body to his pants, pulling them down his legs.

Monique couldn’t resist sucking on Mark’s balls.

“Mmm, you are such a slut,” I grinned.

Mark pulled up Monique and kissed her hard on the lips as he rolled her over onto her back. The pair’s tongues swirled together. I smiled as Mark experienced his first real French kiss. It was such a sexy sight and made my pussy burn.

I crawled up the bed and pushed Mark off of Monique, breaking their kiss. I straddled her face and purred, “Time to make me cum, cutie.”

Monique moaned, “Your clam looks so tasty.”

I gasped in delight as Monique licked at my pussy. Her tongue dived in. She was no stranger to eating cunt. I writhed atop her as Mark picked up Monique’s hips and lined up his dick with her wet cunt.

“I bought his plane and fucked his wife,” grinned Mark. Then he buried his cock into Monique’s cunt.

Monique moaned slow and languorous into my pussy as Mark fucked her. The bed rocked as I ground on Monique’s mouth, savoring her tongue and her gasps of pleasure as Mark fucked her faster and faster. I watched his cock slam into her pussy, loving the way her lips were spread about his shaft.

My pussy clenched. My juices poured out into Monique’s mouth as I ground on her. A shudder ran through my body. I licked my lips before letting out a sweet sigh as Monique’s tongue probed deep into my pussy and stirred up my pleasure.

Mark fucked her faster. Her tits jiggled and bounced. I seized them and squeezed as I admired my fiance’s cock disappearing and reappearing out of her cunt. “Bet your husband doesn’t fuck you as hard?”

“No, not my husband,” Monique admitted. “But a few of my lovers do.”

“Oh, so you cheat on your husband,” I panted, her tongue stirring through my pussy. “What a slutty wife we have here.”

“I’m French. So of course I have other lovers,” Monique purred into my snatch. “Julius is a fine provider, but he’s old. And falls asleep so early.”

“And are some of your lovers women?” I shuddered, my orgasm building. “Because you sure know what you’re doing down there.”

Monique gave a throaty laugh. “Yes. There is my sweet Lize.”

“Is she gorgeous?” Mark groaned, his eyes fixed on my hands squeezing Monique’s tits.

“To die for,” panted Monique.

“Invite her to come along and play sexy stewardess,” Mark ordered. “She’ll be well compensated.”

“Oh, but what would her poor husband think?” Monique asked wickedly.

“Tell him it’s a girl’s weekend,” I gasped, my body trembling. “Just get her to show up.”

“I will,” Monique promised. “My little Lize does whatever I tell her. She’s so bored. Her husband is always off working.”

“Yes,” I groaned as my orgasm burst through me.

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Mark Glassner

Monique’s cunt tightened on my cock as Mary came on her mouth. My fiancee shuddered and gasped, her freckled tits bouncing before me. They were such a delicious pair of tits. I couldn’t resist leaning over and sucking her dusky nipple into my mouth.

“Oh, that’s so nice,” Mary gasped as she cradled my head to her breast. “Oh, yes. I’m going to cum again. Oh, Monique, drink all my juices.”

“I love it. You taste so wonderful.” Monique’s pussy clenched on my cock again as she drank down Mary’s juices.

“So good,” shuddered Mary as she came again, her passionate moans echoing through the plane’s cabin.

“Oh, yes, so delicious,” Monique purred. “You could cum on my face all day long.”

Mary rolled off Monique’s face and stretched out on the bed, her body flushed. She smiled at me as I fucked Monique harder. My fiancee lightly rubbed at her nipples as she savored the sight. Her green eyes flashed wickedly.

“Fuck the slut, Mark. Make her cum. She deserves it for the skill of her tongue.”

“Sure, Mare,” I smiled. “She does have a tight cunt. Her husband must be small.”

“Julius is so small,” Monique panted. “Please, keep fucking me. I want to cum.”

I lifted Monique’s legs up over my shoulders, pressing her thighs together. Her pussy grew tighter on my cock. The pressure was wonderful on my shaft. I slammed into her silky depths, her warm flesh caressing my cock and bringing me closer and closer to flooding the cheating wife’s cunt.

Mary leaned over and sucked Monique’s dark nipple into her mouth. The married slut gasped and shuddered. Her body undulated. Her pussy grew tighter and wetter. She bucked into my thrusts and squeezed her eyes shut.

Her pussy spasmed about my dick.

“Oh, Mark, you’re fucking me so good!” she moaned. “Mmm, you are stirring up my dough with your big spoon! Oh, yes! Jouir de! Jouir de!”

I loved her cunt milking my cock. Her married cunt hungered for my cum. I fucked her harder, my balls smacking into her. The pressure built inside of me, eager to explode out of me and flood her insides with blast after blast of my cum.

I slammed into her. “Take it, whore,” I grunted. “Take my cum into your married cunt.”

“Yes, yes,” she shuddered as I erupted into her.

The pleasure shot through my body. I groaned. In the background, my phone rang. I shuddered, my pleasure reaching its peak. My cum spurted out of my dick. I reached a moment of perfect bliss, groaning through clenched teeth, and then it passed.

My phone rang.

“Fuck,” I panted and pulled my cock out of Monique so I could answer my phone.

My cum oozed out of Monique’s married cunt. Mary moaned and spread Monique’s thighs. My fiancee dived in and devoured the creampie I made while I walked over to my pants and fished out my phone.

“Mmm, you are one fantastic lover,” Monique purred. “And taking me with my husband’s knowledge.” She shuddered in delight. “Such wicked people.”

I pulled out my phone out of my jeans. I didn’t recognize the number. I swiped my phone. “Hello?”

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Agent Noel Heinrich – Tacoma, WA

It was pure luck that I was away from my desk at the FBI field office in Tacoma when the agents came to arrest me. I had to use the bathroom. I had just finished washing my hands and had stepped out of the restroom when I spotted the three agents marching through the cubicles.

They walked with purpose. In a flash, their purpose crystallized in my mind. The FBI was moving on me. They had proof I worked for Master. My stomach clenched. A moment of panic flooded through me, urging me to dart for the nearby stairs.

I ignored that impulse. The agents would see me and catch me. I had to warn Master before I was detained.

I ducked back into the restroom and headed for the last stall. It wouldn’t take them long to find me when they discovered my desk empty. I slipped into the cubicle and pulled out my phone. With my other hand, I shoved my Nextel into the toilet bowl. It splashed into the water. Hopefully, they wouldn’t find that and learn Master had his own communication network.

I found Master’s cell phone number and hit call. The phone rang.

The bathroom door opened. Loafers squeaked as they crossed the room. I didn’t have much time. I put my foot against the stall door, bracing it as the agent worked his way down the bathroom. The phone kept ringing.

“Please, Master, pick up,” I whispered.

The agent tried my door. It was locked. “Who’s in there?” he demanded, rattling the door. “Noel Heinrich?”

“Hello,” Master asked. “Who’s this?”

“It’s Noel, Master,” I blurted out.

The agent shouldered into the door. It was cheaply made and wouldn’t hold long, even with my foot bracing against it. “She’s in the bathroom,” he called as he slammed his shoulder into the door again. I kept pressing against the door with my foot.

“I’m about to be detained by the FBI. They know, sir. I’m very sorry.”

“Noel,” Master snarled.

“Come out Agent Heinrich,” the FBI agent grunted. “We need to talk to you.”

“Don’t worry,” Master ordered.

The door crashed open. I gasped as the large man pointed a gun at me. I held my hands up, missing Master’s last words. He pulled the phone from me and swiped it off before putting it in his pocket. “Who were you talking to?”

I didn’t answer. I gave him a harsh stare. I was Master’s slut. I would not tell the FBI anything. But I wasn’t worried about being caught. Master had reassured me. My fear vanished as I was seized.

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