“It looks like I need to check blowjob my private telephone for a text,” I said slowly, “and my supposedly hidden email account for additional instructions.” I waited for her to acknowledge that she had heard what I had said and then asked, “Do you need food... or water... or something else to drink?” She shook her head no. “Do you need to rest?” I asked. When she nodded her head yes, I led her to a bedroom that was just off the kitchen. “You are safe in here,” I said as I opened the door for her. “And you can come into the kitchen if you need anything to eat or drink.” I adjusted the thermostat for her and said, “This room also has its own heater, so I can make it just a little bit warmer for you so you can sleep above the sheets.” She smiled at my use of a very out-of-date slang for someone who slept in the nude, but she also said “Thank you, I’ve been cold for two weeks.” I didn’t tell her that the room was also a saferoom and was entirely cut off from the rest of the house. Nor did I tell her that I could monitor– and record– everything she did in that room. In just a few moments she was fast asleep. From her thermal signature, I knew she wasn’t just faking sleep. She was out. Once I knew that she– and the collar– couldn’t see or hear what I classic was doing, I sat down at the computer in my bedroom. My bedroom can also be used as a saferoom, but it is equipped with additional concealed armor and armament, the permits for which cost a significant amount in official and unofficial fees. The computer in my office-bedroom is also connected to several concealed antennas on the roof of my house which give me a direct connection to the internet backbone. I messaged a couple of associates who had gray hat hacker skills. Some of the work they did for me and for others would be considered black hat hacking by the authorities, but they were doing it for good purposes– such as helping catch child pornographers and human traffickers. I have nothing against men or women who want to sell their sexual services or people who want to live out even the most extreme BDSM lifestyles, but pimps are pimps and anything non-consensual is forced slavery, pure and simple. Boris and Natasha answered almost immediately. I don’t know their real names and I really don’t want to know them. But they are evidently either Rocky and Bullwinkle fans or they have seen the movie True Lies way too many times. I described what was happening and they answered, “On it. Priority Alpha.” Their responses are almost always short and cryptic. I pushed them about this once and they answered, “Big Brother searches for word usage. We starve that algorithm.” There wasn’t anything else I could do until they reported back, so I grabbed my “special” phone off creampie its charger and read the text. The list was five very important Masters and Mistresses who had purchased equipment from me over the past several years. I don’t know if the person controlling the collar knew that or was just gathering three Masters– including me– and three Mistresses together at the same anal party. Checking my numbered email account gave me a set of instructions. The party was to be this coming Saturday night starting at eight pm and was to be at my house. The last line of the instructions really irritated me. It said, “I trust you can come up with some fabulous pretense to get all of them to attend.” Pretense means lying. I never lie to my clients. I might not tell them the complete truth, but I have never outright lied to them. Using my now compromised special phone, I sent an individual text to everyone on the list at the cumshot phone numbers provided in the text to me. It was a simple text that said, “If you want an opportunity to see a demonstration of my new Orgasmatron Ultra please come to a special viewing dinner at my house this Saturday night at 8:00 pm. Please reply your answer to this text within 24 hours.” I wanted to slip beneath the table, curl into a ball, and never come out. But one day, Shelli had a little accident. "Still blowjob 9-7. She was soon totally exhausted and fell asleep, “How old are you?” She asked, cumshot grabbing the boy by the chin. “When you are ready honey I anal am ready for it.” Laura rubbed Seth’s shoulders. You know she is in love with you. That she classic would cum before finishing the song. Madness. Humming songs, slapping her playfully across her breasts, never slowing down the thrusting. My eyes were greeted with the view of a five foot six, biker slash punk sexy looking girl. Katie can feel the air between creampie her legs and knows she is exposed. I was glad that I was leaning back against the wall, because I had to struggle to keep my balance, and stay on my feet. We’re finally free of adult supervision. So she didn’t have bridesmaid duties like the others. “Will you wear your jewellery tonight?” Clara asked me. Once in early September she had another idea. I gave my lie to the people, then I faded into shadow. I slammed the plank into it again, loving that crunching sound. That only made me feel more wanton as I made those naughty sounds. Jennifer tried pointedly to ignore him and half turned away with her hands folded in front of her crotch, apparently irritated that he was in this space. “Here it is: one of the guys wants to adopt you.” When I’d got hold of the bar I just couldn’t move it.