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She was out. Once I knew that she– and the collar– couldn’t see or hear what I 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 asian 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 Hardcore 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 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 party. Checking my numbered fetish 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 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 had planned to unveil my Orgasmatron Ultra at an upcoming national BDSM munch, but previewing for select Masters and Mistresses was not an unexpected thing for me to do. Within thirty minutes I had acceptance texts from all five people. Now all I– and Loraine– had to do was wait. Loraine spent most of her time in her bedroom, except for those times when she would suddenly run out to wherever I was and throw herself on the ground in order japanese to masturbate herself to one of the collar’s mandatory four orgasms. “He now demands I do it in front of you,” she said tearfully after the first time. On Thursday afternoon, I was sitting on the back deck when she ran out of the house and jumped down to the grass before sliding onto her back and rubbing furiously pussy at her crotch. I decided to sit with pussy Bobby and Sammy and discuss their idea of the food to cook that day. Lexi started to cry, sobbing slowly at first, but then breaking into a full-blown bawling session. “You set the forfeit,” Mistress Gloria said as firmly as she could to Mistress Tracy, “do you accept the consequences? Michael pulled slightly apart to look into Lisa's gorgeous eyes. Katie kept her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, Jake stared deep into Katie’s stunning blue eyes as she milked his cock with her throat. With me looking on she covered her hand with her still warm panties and then rolled onto her belly and opened her legs. As we were walking the steps down, Jill and my phones lit up. “Please have a seat but sit with your legs spread wide apart.” By each character defect you ask Hardcore yourself what would I have to do so I do not to that character defect Suddenly Jenn's expression changed to one of apprehension. She wailed with delight. I squeezed my eyes shut and wished Clint was here, watching me, too. “Hazel Williams, Mr. Avery.” She breathlessly asked him to stop. Before The girls asian ran off while I turned around a bit stunned. My daughter's rump clenched over my face as she ground on me. fetish Her braid of auburn hair swept down her back as she danced on me. She whimpered and moaned, her juices pouring into my mouth. "Gabby baby, you can't beat Uncle Christian up like that!” Caitlin laughed. "Nothing," he said, "well, everything. I never lie to my clients. He gasps, felt like those were in his mouth! And I really didn't want to japanese burden you with my problems. You moved your head faster at his urging, humping against poor Maki as you did. “Yes, it’s only temporary until she can find a place of her own.”