"Seven, my author cunt. You also promise to write our story and publish it for the world to read?" Dana questioned.

"It would be my privilege," Jasmine declared, feeling her orgasm bubbling just underneath the surface, her frustration driving her crazy.

"Eight, my married ass whore. I expect you to obey weekly tasks I will send by e-mail, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress, I am your slave forever, use my body and my mind," Jasmine declared, wanting to give herself body, mind and soul to the ...