I limped the last half mile back to the car wash where I took my OTC cocktail and my shower then I dressed for the day.I did not have a thing to do until the script arrived. I still thought in mail time. I hadn’t realized that Tonya could email it to me. It was waiting for me when I opened the regular email. I skipped lunch since I started to work on it before noon and worked on it until 8PM. It was only because I had skipped two meals that I got hungry enough to call it a day. I went into the shell company I had been using to purchase and resale items for the ebay account. It was too complicated for even me to follow. I doubted that the government would bother either with so little money being moved in and out of the country.I was able to use that account to purchase a hundred 30 gb SanDisk flash drives. There didn’t seem to be anyone buying them and then reselling them with shipping from the USA. I would hold off advertising them until they arrived from China. It was. I kept at it until she was sweating and panting, then I released her to go drink from the water bowl. As she lapped up the cool water her ass swayed side to side, eager, excited. Her pussy was dripping, my little bitch was in heat.Still naked and barefoot from the shower earlier, I made no sound as I moved up behind her. Bend down, my right hand reaching out, fingers straight, together, I thrust my hand forward, almost like a punch, spearing her pussy, driving wrist deep in one fast move. She cried out, her cry turning to a whine.For the first time in my life I fisted another girl, not as a lover but as a Mistress, the owner of the bitch I was intent on fucking until she begged for mercy.No way would I belittle my partner, I couldn’t let down a friend, never have, never will. I value the few real friends I have too much.We missed lunch and diner. By the time we got out of the shower room a second time Sue was back, the collar set aside, until next time. For now the need was flushed.
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