Powerdog16
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PLC flipped on the camera from time to time to check on his star till she fell asleep. He then spent the next 4 hours preparing her for her training. After making a number of phone calls, he made arrangements with a trio of people to join him that evening.
The was was the Judge. Tall lean, sadistic and carrying one of the largest cocks PLC had ever seen, the Judge was also one of the crookiest men in the justic system. The man owned a vacation home in the Hamptons, a yacht at Ft. Lauderdale, and 8 collectible cars in pristine condition. He was already the male star of at least 4 movies that PLC had arranged for and used masks to keep his identity secret.
The other was none other than Lieutenant Weaver, Eva's very own lady Lieutenant. She was a woman whom PLC knew quite intimately as well. She was as intense a sadist and masochist as a woman could be, loving to deal pain and take pain at the same time.
The third person was someone that Eva would not like at all. He was Brad Cummins. A tattoo covered, bandana wearing thug, the man had been busted on 2 counts of rape and 8 counts of sexual assault. However, at the time of the trial, it seemed that all the victims seemed to have a change of heart in their testimonies. What was worse, was the last time Brad had seen Eva, she was arresting him and shoving him into the back of the squad car. He had swore at her that he would do the same to her that he did to the others next time he saw her. Of course, PLC did not know that.
Once his guests had arrived, they were told to strip and change into their 'costumes' which consisted of for the men, black leather chaps and black boots. For her, she was put into thigh high boots, a corset of matching cobolt blue that pushes her breasts out hard, plus upper arm length leather gloves.
PLC left them alone to entertain themselves for a while as he went to the kitchen and met up with a worker. Her real name had been Helena, but she had been trafficked into the states and sold to him as a slave. She spoke a southern dialect of Russian and she wore a PVC black and white maid outfit with full access to everything. He looked and her and spoke in a Russian dialect, "The Dinner ready?"
Helena nodded and walked to the microwave and pulled out a dish of baked lasagna and a couple of pieces of garlic bread. She put it on a tray with some unsweet tea with packets of sugar to one side. He then looked at her and told her she did well and to go to her room. She quickly complied, fearing she would have upset him.
PLC picked up the tray with napkins and utensils and then turned and headed back to 201. He opened her door and walked into the room. He set the tray of food on the desk and then crawled up next to her, gently massaging her ass and breasts, smiling as he stimulated her awake...
The was was the Judge. Tall lean, sadistic and carrying one of the largest cocks PLC had ever seen, the Judge was also one of the crookiest men in the justic system. The man owned a vacation home in the Hamptons, a yacht at Ft. Lauderdale, and 8 collectible cars in pristine condition. He was already the male star of at least 4 movies that PLC had arranged for and used masks to keep his identity secret.
The other was none other than Lieutenant Weaver, Eva's very own lady Lieutenant. She was a woman whom PLC knew quite intimately as well. She was as intense a sadist and masochist as a woman could be, loving to deal pain and take pain at the same time.
The third person was someone that Eva would not like at all. He was Brad Cummins. A tattoo covered, bandana wearing thug, the man had been busted on 2 counts of rape and 8 counts of sexual assault. However, at the time of the trial, it seemed that all the victims seemed to have a change of heart in their testimonies. What was worse, was the last time Brad had seen Eva, she was arresting him and shoving him into the back of the squad car. He had swore at her that he would do the same to her that he did to the others next time he saw her. Of course, PLC did not know that.
Once his guests had arrived, they were told to strip and change into their 'costumes' which consisted of for the men, black leather chaps and black boots. For her, she was put into thigh high boots, a corset of matching cobolt blue that pushes her breasts out hard, plus upper arm length leather gloves.
PLC left them alone to entertain themselves for a while as he went to the kitchen and met up with a worker. Her real name had been Helena, but she had been trafficked into the states and sold to him as a slave. She spoke a southern dialect of Russian and she wore a PVC black and white maid outfit with full access to everything. He looked and her and spoke in a Russian dialect, "The Dinner ready?"
Helena nodded and walked to the microwave and pulled out a dish of baked lasagna and a couple of pieces of garlic bread. She put it on a tray with some unsweet tea with packets of sugar to one side. He then looked at her and told her she did well and to go to her room. She quickly complied, fearing she would have upset him.
PLC picked up the tray with napkins and utensils and then turned and headed back to 201. He opened her door and walked into the room. He set the tray of food on the desk and then crawled up next to her, gently massaging her ass and breasts, smiling as he stimulated her awake...