Preaching to the Perverted Page #4

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- What do you mean there's nothing on it?

- Well, they stripped the jacket off.

All that money I spent.

Did you hand in your brains

at birth, eh? Right, you're sacked!

I'm bloody going anyway.

You pay less than Social Security!

Useless runt!

N-no, let's not get hasty.

Christ on a bike! What happened?

This is what I had done

to give me a chance next time.

- Chance of what?

- Getting in close, getting the evidence,

being part of their world.

I'm not some bloody zoo exhibit!

Peter.

Wait, son. Look, I'm sorry

about that what I said back there.

You're... You're invaluable to us,

you know, to our mission.

No more running errands for her.

I take my orders from you.

And no more starving on your measly allowance.

I want food vouchers for the Strangers' Canteen.

Plus, you're coming with us

to the Members' Restaurant.

It's a special occasion.

You dine on the left,

or on the right, sir?

Twenty years,

Miss W's been working with me.

Don't see why we have to share

this occasion.

If you don't mind,

I think I'll get back to work.

You're required to attend

Mistress Tanya tonight.

Hold still...

I said still!

You coming or not, slave?

Yes, I just have to, uh...

- Mum ?

- Peter, at last !

You've had me worried sick!

Now where on Earth are you?

I won't be home tonight. I have to...

um... work.

Again?

What was that?

It sounded like a scream!

Can you press a shirt for the morning ?

Funny.

Look, stop the car.

This is just bonkers!

Peter, nobody's going to make you do

anything you don't want to do.

Well, I don't want to be down here on

the floor like a lap dog for a start.

Well then come up here

and be like a lap dog.

You haven't done this before, have you?

What do you think?

To show that you're mine. But if you want it

off your neck at any time, I'll do it

and you can walk away.

- Don't be frightened.

- I'm shy... about my... furry parts.

I've never been with a woman.

Or a... "womon" come to think of it.

You're not going to lose your virginity.

Later on you're going to massage me,

pleasure me.

But first...

I'm going to bind you.

- A goddess..

- To be worshipped by all.

- Go on.

- I, er...

Pleasure me.

The new slave needs instructing.

Relax. Learn.

Then it's your turn.

A qualified muff diver!

Relax.

What you did was natural.

You wouldn't see it in a zoo,

or in the wild.

Fix me breakfast, Peter.

Morning, Mistress.

Is that the same Miss Cheex

that pays the bills, Dad?

No angst.

You're still a virgin.

I kept my promise.

Well, I'm quite speechless

and by the looks of you... -

it turned your stomach

even more than mine.

Went through a lot to get this, son.

Well done.

Hear, hear!

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