If someone was somehow listening in on the call, they would have been very confused. The same valet was still on duty. The scream from Mistress Tenesha reminded me that it wasn’t only my server who got “buzzed” when I pressed the button. One of the other security men walked in front of them as they went to the back of the club. “Not unless he had someone on the inside or got a court order,” Sam said. I might want you to turn the bench again once she begs me to fuck her.”
“That will never happen,” the bound slave almost yelled. “Unfortunate for him; lucky for me; they think I’m dead, so I’ve been able to infiltrate Walter Monty’s club here in LA.”
“And you need my help to capture him and free the hostages,” Sam said in his flat, bass-voiced way of talking. He grabbed it and forced it in place. I’ve seen his company at work and he definitely can provide more than just a scary face. Her body now more than vibrated. My close brush with Walter Monty had distracted me and I forgot.
