I'm Ingesting in Mistress' Ass


Written by Septia.


I couldn't make out if my vision was blurred from the lacking ocular support, or if I was just in a haze of lust soaking up Shiraz's ass essence like a sponge. I felt the cradling of mistress ass when she jammed her rear over me, the rolling of blubber in the gyratings of ass fat mashing me in whilst she unleashed humid bursts of -Pspfbbrlrpths- -Sbbrlrlprthst- gut exhaust. What my mind knew should smell like fertilizer instead deduced the concentrated essence of the flowers that grit nourished. Sweeping streaks of fog wormed its way down my cheeks and neck. 
	“Mfmfs mphaa, oh get your rat ass stuck in there, you fart bag excuse for a butt slut. Mistress better be hearing you choking down every gasp of her farts, mfmsfs,” she huffed above, her breathing equally rattled, “or I'll have it churns you up into another batch of dung.” 
	My breathing stopped in a sharp inhale, the thought devoured my mind…. “Fmmfwfhfmmshwmm awmmwfpfh.” I moaned out, the cry of pleasure leaking out of me and flooding through Shiraz's ass cleft with the same vigor as her flatulence. -Slflt- It was… just a little tiny splutter. 
	Shiraz calmed, the humping shifting to a slow rocking of her crack along my face. “Or… is that not not a good punishment.” -Twhwp- Her paddle wedged at my crotch. “You are leaking… crammed under my ass for so long, and now you are drooping wet…” She brushed the leather patch to my nether folds. 
	“You just love the thought huh? You worship my farts to the point your little slut ass wanna ascend to their gassy glory? Mmm, more than that… you are so obsessed you wouldn't even do as a seat, too much of a hassle. You are better off as a reeking,” she drew her whole ass over my face…, “icky,” an-and again, -Chhnfngs- an ache, bun grime swabbing down my forehead, “stinking hot serving of gut sludge.” 
	“Mfmfms.” 
	“Aww, it's all you, dirty bitch… let me hear it.” 
	“Mfms phaa, I'm s-so much better off as m-mistress sludge, I-I’d love for you t-to have your ass enjoy me utterly, and cram m-me down to mulch.” My whole body vibrated, — a guitar string that my mistress strummed, and she just figured out how to play me. 
	“Mm, yes, I can see it now, you’re not a rat or a pig, you are just a heap of my future bowel movement. That's why you are so attached to my ass, isn't that right miss mud loaf?” 
	“Mfms, y-yes please, m-mistress Shiraz. I-I k-knew it since I first saw your ass. P-please, I wanna melt into your muck and ass fat. I-I'll pay y-you a-anything, e-everything m-mistress, all I have.” 
	“Pay? Aww. Inhaling my farts turned your mind to mush. I'd charge for freeing a heap of compost stuck in a woman's body?” -Spfpbbrrhts- another gale of piquant smog washed over me, spreading the rippling pit wide above. “That I'll do for free, msfs, seems you really are destined to be my stool, just not the way I had first thought.” She said as she rose up. And I felt a tinge of panic.
	“M-mistress?” I said, but the rump rose higher, and I scrambled up. “Mmfs, p-please.” 
	“Oooh look at you go, you wanna be mulch?” 
	“Yeas.” 
	“Human trash?” 
	“Mfms yeas.”
	“A big batch of potty pudding?” 
	“Yehas mistress, p-please.” 
	“Then crawl up my ass, you perverted muck stain.” She screamed out, and I reached for her ass, half standing and I felt my pals wade into the veil of her thick pudge, parting it for my fingers to dislodge a -Slflpfsths- along the rim and plunge into the pucker. -Chgllpfhhtst- the brim shook, warping over my clasped hands, the rugose meat contorting and drawing open, distending to give me a look into the abyss above, a wall of moisture -shfbflrlpths- pushed out against me, bathing in the musk of Shiraz's feminine fragrance. 
	“Mmfs, ghfoods gmmfs, gut slut,” she huffed. 
	-Fhrlrlphchclspthts- the pit spread and crinkled with tethers of rectum oils webbing the bowels together. The weight of her ass bore down upon me and my arms were swallowed by the ruffled, winding folds of flesh making up her bowels, a surface of her body heat sprawling down my body. -Chflprhths- It crowned my head. -Chsfllpths- and snapped over it like a rubber band, my head succumbing to the trenches of my new mistress’s gutters. My eyes sparkled and my spirit was spurred to an eruption of soggy heat as her ass descended upon me. “Mmmdhaa ahhsg, s my-yes, Cj-jjram m-me a-as deep As I'lf msmf, ghho. mfmfp mfpfsh.” I mumbled as the wall of flesh -Chflpgths- clapped into my face, and slathered me in Mistress juices. 
	“Mfms, mfmfs, yeah, mms, too long ago since I did this fmsms, for a runt of a slut you are a healthy meal for my ass, fsms, feels like I'm gonna burst.” 
	“Fmms, m-misstress I-I can't s-stop. A-am I h-hurting you.” 
	“Mm, shut up fms, aand just crawl in, fmmss, just imagine the hot fat load of muck you’re gonna make when my ass' s done with you.” 
	“MFm aha M-mistesfmsm fms please dmsmf don't stop, I can't fms go back,” I panted out heavily, -Chrlpghht-s feeling the pucker crawling past my tits, suckling onto my midriff. Shiraz stood on my bed, squatting and gyrating her ass down with half of my body jutting out of her sprained, taunt mud chute. 
	-Sppfbbrlrlptsh- -Ghrlrpllsh- I wasn't alone in the depths. Along the walls laid pockets of robust, aromatic chocolate, the waste my mistress produced congesting my nostrils with its potent, sickly sweet scent. -Cbgglpghs- More often than not it crossed my path. “Mmfs mphaa. Ogmms,” I panted out as I collided with mistress's sweet caramel veins, gumming into my body and slathering my flesh, working me through fist sized dollops of yet to be sculpted bowel fudge, caking my body in patches of smooth clay and hot vapours as I was funnelled higher through the convulsing, mesmeric intestines.
	-Bfhhrrppfffwhrhrhtts- I felt the rumble of the clinging, sleek tissue against my skin, the torrent of fumes harbouring such a potent aroma of raw fermentation, but from my mistress’s ass it was the delectable maturating of fermenting grapes, channelled through her. Damp and aged into an intoxicating alcohol condensing on my skin. I gaped wide to feel it take refuge down my throat. “Mfms, amfahaw Haas. Mistress, fmsm, your ass is shoving me in the nectar of lust.” 
	“Mmfs, filthy, fms nerd, mfma, pahaa, haa, be a good little Tamrat and crawl up mmgsmy gutters, mfs that is a good hunk a butt fudge fmmf pfah.” 
	I heard my mistress's incandescent moan as I wedged my hind into hers, the cheeks bulging and warping around my petite crump, -chgllpthg-gshthohsgs. In the cacophony of crinkling and smearing meat the ass -Hgbmbgls- swallowed up my hind, encasing it in a casket of bowel juices and constantly oscillating flesh dancing against me as my frame curved along her bowels. I shuffled and -Chrlrpsth-achtltpsths wormed my way, creaking upwards… ascending into the variegated dreamscape of scents and feelings. My body burgled from the cold reality and massaged, weightless in the clutches of mistress’s meat chewing down on my body in a macerating massage. Already feeling myself sweating dew as her rim -Schflrlpfthhgs- engulfed my thighs. But it wasn't a dream, it was her heartbeat thumping overhead, and the constant gratification of warm clinging grinds of her bowels threading filaments of gutter ichor into my frame. 
	“Fmmand” Then… I felt the heat affect me, as my crotch ground up against the walls of her colon. “Fmfs maha mistress.” 
	“Mfmfs, good girl, almost, gmsms, say goodbye to the outside, amfmfs. Mms aw you are swelling me out like a blimp you hopeless guttural whore.” She huffed, her breath rapid and I felt her lungs convulsing along with the constricting skin. 
	“I-Iam ala-almost.” 
	“Almost… gmmgs got ya.” -Chgllpthshgshts- A smattering of gutter slime -chhrnnrrrkkkt-, a wailing of iron springs. -Bfhfwbmglbowwtsmp- A stretching, swelling gut, distending the leather net to its limits, billowing forth onto my mistress’s lap -Sllpcsths- bumping me, sandwiched by the cheeks, and dunked into the depths of the clasping, -shglflpsthst- suckling pucker. 


“Mffmw ampfhaf, paha, phtaa…” Shiraz huffed and cradled her me-shaped gut, jostling it onto her lap as she ground her snatch ass back into the dampened mattress, a patch of our combined moisture seeping off the bed as she massaged and played along my outlines. “Mmf pfha. Haa… That is a gmm, good, msmf, solid hunk a manure you'll make, ammfs.” 
	“Mfm mmfpahaa mffah imams it-s so-so c-cramscrmaped and w-warm. M-mistressr t-this is incredible. I-I can't last.” 
	“Tmgm that's the point, you horny batch of garbage. Mmgs, keep squirming till then, that's an order. Thinking about churning you so butter smooth, it's got me going you dirty bitch,” -Sbsbthahc- -Chglpgghs- she swatted at her gut, sending me jostling and sloshing in the sluggish sack, “Mfmafar. Y-yes. Mffmm yesh. I-Ia hope you can enjoy m-me as much, Mistress.” 
	“Mfms mfs, add another kilo or so to my ass, and you'll be more than covered. Fmmss, its gonna feel great shovelling- you out of an ass you made even hotter… mfms, phsm, you forgot these…” She added, and -Sdlpsdhtts- crammed in something… after a while, I felt -Dlspths- it pop up in the gut with me. I picked up my pair of ass mangled, slime slathered glasses, and I held them tighter as her gut -Ghbrglgs- -Bghg-Shglgss- rustled and gurgled around me. 


~ 1 ~


-Ghbrlglpgsths- -Chrlgpths- Clumps of my mistress's manure crawled along my frame, making a film of umber heat in its wake. A scent of ageing yogurt boiled with caviar and vinegar saturated the cramped confines, only Shiraz could harbour such a cultured aroma within her guts. -Cghrllpgtbghs- -Cbhglptghs- The stomach churned around me, and I could hear my moans muffled by the groans of the gut working me down and walls kneading in against my body, and drowned in the calls of pleasure from my mistress outside. 
	“MMFw mpghaa has, I have n-never been this hot.” I cried out, flexing my legs apart -Chgltlpghs- jostling the gut, just to get my palms wedged in between my legs fondling my womanhood, the stench of my own liquefied lust spiralling into the oozing fumes around me, gradually melding to become part of my mistress's enveloping atmosphere. 
	“MFMg, Bet you are. Smff. l feel that, bet you are working hard to give your pussy a rash in there you, revoltin lil' sewer rat.” She panted out, her own arms wedged around the engorged abdomen to fold in towards her lap, dipping into her honeypot and chewing on her tit in excitement. “Mmgs oh yeah grind your ass down bitch, your scrawny tush is right on my clit, anfmsm, and let me hear what your heart is aching for.” 
	I panted, my lung circulating my mistress's miasma, -Cllfpghths- the walls budging in against me, her arms pinching me tauter in place with droves of gut chyme and dredged up scraps of matte umber -Shqrrlsshq- crinkling into a symphony of pleasure round me. 
	“Mfmw faa, m-make me muck, me-make emaagms, make me muck, mistress melt me into sludge. I can't wait to putter out of your hot ass as another cloud of farts and slough through your pillowy cheeks.” 
	“Mmgs, can't wait huh, you deprived lunk of garbage? Won't you even wait enough to finish?” 
	I heard her command just before the stomach wall -Chgllptsh- caved in at the base, and a protrusions of folded gut flab -Shrllrptsh- -Chrlrpths- finagled against my snatch, swinging on it together with my palm and playing my pussy like a violin in the pooling gruel of stomach gunk -Fflfpsthghst- -Cbhrlphfs-. “Fmfm smpaha ahwhaa, m-miss-.” 
	“Shshhhsut up. Shut up slut and just work your butt down. I've, yo-you’re right where I want you to be, mush you into stinking girl butter, but not before Mfms, we get some cream in the mix. Cum for me, thinking of what mfms a huge, heaving load of mud mortar my ass's gonna bake you into.” 
	“Mfmmrga haghas, mmgmf.” I bit my lip, my frame shaking with jolts of lightning sparking from my snatch in the cramping, cuddling embrace of the chamber of raw vitriol. I kept my excitement choked by my clasped lips and mounted my mistress's fist as she chugged and jostled me down into her lap, a serenade of smashed springs -Sfkkrnrnngt- -Gnnnnrrrngk- pealing beneath us as our breaths overlapped, our shudders merged into a pleasure quake uniting our lust… u-until. 
	“Gnhryaaaaammffsl.” 
	“Mmgrhhfwhmmeme…” -Ghrllpbhts- Mistress’s gut crushed me down, clamping me in a folded mattress of exotic humidity as we passed the zenith, and the waves of satisfaction rebounded through my skeleton and out through along the breadth of Shiraz's frame, along with a copious amount of leakage drippling free. Mistress Shiraz's body was nursing the slut right out of my body, -Ghbrlglgsh- -Chrlrpgsh- and merging it with the rising gruel of chyme and fluids gnawing my body’s soft lissome… 
	“Mghaa mhs… mmpa. M-misstres…” I huffed in between breaths, tongue lolling out to hang along my cheek as my hand continued to hump, surfing on the wave of pleasured gratification, and shaking at the sense of my body gradually giving itself to her. Each thrust brought me closer. 
	“Mmfs, you keep chugging, msm, cus the train's not stopping, and your ticket lasts all the way back through the sewers. Mfm, chugga, chugga chuga, you stinking bitch.” She panted and jostled her gut, -Scllspghths- cloths- splashing me with the collecting gunk and stomach drool cradling my frame. “Mmfs, t-take me all the way, M-mistress. I'll follow through it all, p-please mfa enjoymee to th-the fullest.” I panted out as she jostled me along with the rhythm, -chrllcpts- the gut clung taut, and we rode each other again. 


-Ghrbglgps- -pGbrlpglslpgshs- Bubbles rose and popped in the batter around me; mist oozed from the brewing ichor. The air infested with a mature concoction of artisanal cheeses and aged wine, prickling through my nostrils. And I got to bathe and savour it all. It couldn't be long now. 
	“Still holding together in there? Can't be much but mush in there now.”-Cbgrllpgghs- -Gbllfhsgsgbss- she said as domes of her grinding fists worked into the gut, churning and stirring the gunk of me within. “Kiss my gut in thanks if you are still kicking in there.” 
	“Mmf.mfm…” -Smmcchth- 
	“You hearty bitch, mu must be quit the decadent soup stewing away in there, and you have the luck and privilege to be the main ingredient.” -Bhurrgaaaalpt- She belched with a gaping maw, and sniffed the air. “Pfhwey oh that reeks. There isn't even a sewer line that'd take you now, mm.” She hummed and caressed the gut, I felt her fingers trail at the cusp of my form, “Except my ass, it will take now, no matter how much of a disgusting, stinking pervert you are, and refine you into chunks  of, my...nasty...clay.” She said and patted her gut at each word, ripples caressing down her deflated, compacted core. 
	“I-I mfms honored y-you w-will take me.”
	“This is everything you wanted, isn't it, Tamra?” 
	It… struck me to hear my name, though, also… felt so... hearing my name sent a chill through my spine, though in mistress Shiraz's body heat, it melted to a soothing embrace, like – an injection of sedation. 
	“I-it is. I r-really c-can't wait to b-be your f-filth.” 
	She brushed along and cradled me, sitting up, and my world was suspended in her embrace. 
	“You already are. By now, the woman known as Tamra, sewer rat that she was, is more loam than alive. So sink back, and churn,” her voice lowered to a whisper, “I'll savour every fat loaf of lard that lugs through my ass.” 
	My cheeks were burning up. My head rosy and light with eager… m-maybe I really was burning. I-it was happening. 
	“Mmffs…” 
	“Shhh…” she hushed me, swaying me in her embrace. -Clslpgh- -Clspggushs- 
	“-thank, you…” I mumbled through mushy lips. -Gkflptthcsh- as my energy siphoned into the surrounding batter, and the chyme -chfllpthths- puckered around my sinking face, until it warped shut. Entombed, within, in the mausoleum of mistress Shiraz's body. 


~ 2 ~


“How are you holding up, my little heine hedonist?” Shiraz said, with a -Thhwlp- pat to the beach ball of a gut resting at her lap. -Bpfrlrllprtths- A breeze of putters and undiluted zest muffled into the mattress. “Mm, right, a gastronome's more fitting of a title for a slut like yourself. Mms ooh my rump's baked you up into a heavy load.” She said and rose from the bed, the mattress creaking and eager to spring up, -Chhnfnfs- though remained smushed into a vague groove of Shiraz's ass. -Twwmp- A light smack sent the layers of fresh fat jiggling, the bulbing hind dipping down over the dominatrix's healthy hips. 
	“Gotcha right where you wanna be.” She hummed and sunk her digits into her plump bun, slanting with a bump in her step to get out of the mess of a bedroom. 


~ 3 ~


-Ppbfbrlrlprths- -Pbfhthts- “Mmfms. Come, Mistress wants a good look at her work,” Shiraz said and smacked her cheek with her whip paddle massaging it into the cheek as it oozed pungent exhaust. 
	“If you think my ass is cozy now, fmsm, remember, little trash rat, the best part is about to come.” 
	-Ffprprffhth- “Mmf, got your mmf, attention there, oooh baby,” she huffed and squatted, holding onto the back of the couch as plumes of her miasma polluted the living room with a tang of flooded, rotting cheese and a wine cellar. -Dpfbhoths- -Crlrpsthgs- -Scspths-. 
	“Here, come my little spelunker,” she huffed. 
	-Chflrlprshhsh- a crinkle folded the air around her twitching pucker, the rugose pit thrumming in place through the whip parted cheeks, till the rim swelled and -Fllrlrpcshjts- peeled back over a blooming dollop of rosy, raw, burnt umber. -Clsptpt- Her pucker snapped back into a crevice in the heel of the loaf, wedging down to pinch through the crud -Chslglpths- -flrlrshts- and bend -Ddlpsths- at the furthest clump airdropping onto the floor, with Shiraz's pit unearthing a twitching wedge in her ass. “MfmsgaStuck. You dare get stuck in my ass?” she huffed and rooted between her cheeks -Cllpfths- fishing out the culprit. A bent frame tapir of glasses, cluttered in daubs of mud and warped by the workings of her bowels… 
	“Don't see a lump of filth needing these, fmam, pghaa. When you've accepted you're nothing but my fmms thick bowel movement.” She huffed and flicked away the frame, -Fbrbfkfslfpsths- a vein of quivers and quelling gurgles burrowing through her gut. - Shiraz clutched her belly as a plume of -Mffrbrrlwprhts- -Chlrpths- miasma shifted the mound of muck congesting her rectum, and pried her cheeks around its girth as the dune of dung drove through her trunk. -SjjkllgthshbcwpBfglrrshs- With the chorus of an obese toad crawling out of a garden hose, the bale of fudge egressed form Shiraz's cheeks. Its hue a rusted auburn, a near match to the brim of the mistress's deep pucker, the sprawling network of fractures segmenting the hunk, melding with the squashed furrows of the puckers' rugose outer brim. -Sflpfbrhltpsts- a smear of the bowel chocolate struggled in the tension of the rectum, thin crevices and cracks in the mulch paved over when the wrist width bulk wormed its way through the gape. The mound reached out a hand's length from her ass, partially cuddled and supported, grazed by the plump buns the client had graciously padded, –– it showed signs of growth, the breadth of the muck slab’s plying put Shiraz's brim to the test. 
	“Mmgfmmhaa, how come so much sludge can fit in such a lithe package?” She huffed out, gritting her teeth in a sardonic strain as the creamy behemoth engorged her hatch past fist and into calf girth. -Chfrrlscb- -Cflpfshthts- the load of muck dipped from the eeking gape, -Ghrbggsl- -Cbhgg- Grumbles and groans from the gut morphing to the coiled creaking of muddy hinges as the butt baked loaf made its way down. The Filth's tessellated pattern of cobbled together clumps of loam renounced by the range of glimmering dew of bowel nectar exuding from the brown pillar – even as a ballast of chocolate compost Tamra was sweating bullets. 
	“Magnon smash Aswwh eah, you are wromfmking your way up to be thimgs, the biggest dump I've taken. Must really enjoy mfms, being mfms myfms.” Shiraz ground her lap against the back of the couch as the mound drooped lower, -HGlchslpthtwp- -Cspchststs- Her pucker distorted and swelled around lumps and bloats of embedded femur knobs and ribs jutting out of the bale in pursed hills of malformed manure, -shfhspthsts- occasionally the brim scraped clean the casket of filth to reveal a patch of sullied bone – taking on the character of a coffee spill on parchments, a tarnished sight which identified the shy office lady. 
	“Mfms, you little, smmgs, big, huge slut,” she huffed out. The processed bile nested in her bowels. Her intestines laid packed and her gut churned, gradually deflating as the mound grew thicker, and the wide patches of smooth mocha between the fractures protruded in plumper, thicker chunks, and the crevices dug deeper in the auburn clog. “Fmms baby you really mm, ended up as some grade-A dung… fm…,” she huffed, as -Slflpfhhtt- a squeal of polishing a window with gravel encrusted slime echoed from her hindquarters.
	Her pucker -Spflsths- peeled back over a dome of pale, tanned calcium nestled in between the clefts, its pair of eye holes peeking up over the clutching hill of waste. -CSllptthhd- just as the bottom of the heap smeared it onto the floor, the initial think clog compressed into paste under the filth's weight, and a rattle of lust roving up Shiraz's back and caused her to wince, “Mfhhfhfs.” 
	-Fhflgbttthsptshts- then the muck folded out, heaving as she passed the zenith of the batch, the gargantuan column of mud dough bending onto the ground, folding in over itself and -Sffrhfhflsptsh- smearing into chunks of itself it mashed in with. -Crrfhjrplsths- filaments of bowel slime tethered pits and chunks together, as the manure pumped up with an accompanying -Ffbrrkpfshhthts- trombone of flatulence urging it on. -Sfhpflsths- Her brim contracted and slimmed lissome over the onslaught of manure billowing through her hind, a soft-serve serpent of sludge winding through their pit to arch from her ass and billow into a looping tangle of molten nougat, burying the thick, dense muck in the pale beige ass batter, sloughing in over one another and bending under the weight of the coils of mulch above into a contorted and malformed bird’s nest of a fudge deluge. 
	-Svghbgthspthgs- Chunksof the mire tore under its own weight on the way down, roused and displaced by the pleasured moans of Shiraz's above, expressing her satisfaction with a candour her occupation seldom allowed, biting her lip as a wide, dumb grin laid plastered over her face. 
	“Gmmgsgs pghas you're working my ass overtime, rmmfms, really rocking my bowels,” she huffed out in a mumble. As the onslaught of crunched bone riddled mortar discharged from her gaping brim, pumping free globules of pale, steaming clay moulding over one another in growing knolls of sticky, fat loam. 


~ 4 ~


“MMFffssss,” Shiraz inhaled…, “Phhaaaaa -hoururrap-” And exhaled, first through her nose, and finally as a belch that rumbled through her abdomen -Chgllprrbrhgs- and let the bump deflate into a rustling lump tapering off into pudge. A sensation of vacancy bloating her bowels, and her pucker still undulating over a mound of filth long since departed from her hind. 
	“Mmfs, from sewer rat to a sewage worth of gunk,” she mumbled and peered back at the pile. The air above it laid oscillating in the streaks of heat oozing from the grand display and wafted through the apartment. Kilos worth of bowel batter stacked and sloughed into itself, the peaks of the swirled muck littered with tufts of black hair – reached up to her knees, though these were -Sfhvfrlrlss- gradually sloughing over in dunes of molten wax, trickling along the hill of bowel battered fudge. The air tropical with a humidity of composting grapes and dates, strained into a waft of vinegar so viscous it gave the airspace around the grime the sense of wading through honey… 
	Shiraz's eyes shut, then furrowed, getting a reflection cast at her from the pile, and snickering when she made out the pair of filth slathered lenses plastered into the heap. She saw the muck gellating in the open air, gaining a crust of thickened pudding as it was exposed to the elements, and simultaneously warping the living room to a sauna of regurgitated alcohol funk. 
	“See? Looks as if we were both right. You make so much of a better heap of disgusting manure than you did as a little pervert slut. But don't take offence to that, you are a real class act in the fertilizer department.” She walked in a circle around the gradually sparkling clay hill, “If you enjoyed yourself melting into mush,” she said as she strapped up her lattice nets over her ass, -Cttwbgbbgss- the thicker pudge wading over the leather straps with the jostling, joyful Tamra blubber, “as I enjoyed unloading you,” She inhaled through her teeth, as she swept herself up in the trench coat, and turned a longing glance back on the vacated apartment, “then my fee's been paid back in full.” She snickered and fondled her ass under the clothes as they fiddled with the locks, pondering if she could squeeze in another client before morning.


When the dominatrix for hire departed, she had no thought of wishing the pile of former Tamra farewell, as now, she would always be close behind her.