Jon & Jill

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Eight

       Sir Steven’s party was amazing for Jon, Jill and Anne.  At first, the women had some misgivings, but as the evening progressed they did get in the mood of things.  After the cock sucking contest, Sir Steven announced that all slaves were available to all masters.  If a master did not want to submit his slave to the evenings revelry, he was to tie her up, helplessly, and keep her with him.  Jon opted to make both Jill and Anne available to all masters.  In return, during the evening some three different slaves were ordered to submit to Jon’s tender mercies.

               Jill’s assessment of the evening was correct.  She was fucked three more times and was made to suck three more cocks.  Around her she could see naked bound women being whipped, bound, fucked and made to suck cock.  This was her first experience at a full blown BDSM orgy.  She was apprehensive, but she reasoned she was Jon’s sex slave, so she surrendered.  In the end of the evening, she realized she had a good time.  Granted, she was one tired sex slave, with tender nipples, well fucked pussy, still with the taste of cum on her tongue, but she had a good time. 

       .Anne’s experience was somewhat different.  Her deceased husband, Jill’s father, had taken her to several parties like this.  She knew what to expect.  What she did not expect was the interest in her by the other masters there.  Every one wanted to fuck her, put their cocks in her mouth, and torture her.  At one point, at least four of the men present at the party wanted to gang fuck her.  Actually, they tied her on a coffee table, each fucking her in turn, while she was sucking their cocks at the same time, in rotation.  It seems that fact that she was a mother and a sex slave, and her daughter was a sex slave, made her more desirable.  Every man in the room was having prurient desires for her.  She was at a loss to explain this, but she was a hot item during this party.  She suspected that most men have incestuous feelings toward their mothers.  She had heard most men feel that way.

       As she was tied to the coffee table, she could feel cocks entering her pussy, but since she had a cock in her mouth she could not see who was fucking her.  It always seemed that whom ever was fucking her was also slapping her ass.  She could not count the times she was made to suck a cock, and swallow all the cum spurting from each cock.  At one point she could see her daughter, Jill, from the corner of her eye.  She was an item of interest also.

       When four guys decided to gang bang Anne, Jill was left without a master.  The man was in possession of her decided to leave her while he joined the gang banging of Anne.  He put Japanese butterfly clamps on Jill’s nipples.  Heavy twine was tied to the clamps, then tied to a whipping post.  Since Jill’s wrists were bound behind her, she could not free herself from this clamp bondage.  If she tried to pull the clamps loose from her nipples, the pain was just overwhelming.  So, she just stood there in all her naked beauty, watching her mother being taken by four men, her nipples desperately aching from the vicious clamps.  She stood there quietly biting her lip as she looked down at her tortured breasts.  She could see and feel her torment, but all she could do was endure it until someone chose to release her.  As she stood there, she realized that in a rather perverse way, she was trapped by her nipples, which in a way did not diminish her sexual arousal.  Jill thought to her self, ‘God, I am a slave.  An honest to God sex slave.  For better or worse, this is what I always fantasized about, and now Jon Folkkes has made me a sex slave.  This is what I wanted.”  As Jill stood there, looking down at her tormented breasts, and her nipples bound to a whipping post, in spite of the pain, she realized she was glad Jon Folkkes had put her and her mother into this nether world of sex slaves and masters.

       After she stood there for a while, another partying master walked by with a slave he wanted to whip.  The problem was that Jill was anchored to the whipping post.  Jill was hoping he would release her nipples to ease the pain she was feeling.  He stopped and looked at Jill, assessing her situation.  He grasped her right breast, squeezing and fondling it.  This merely increased the pain level.  Tears edged out of Jill‘s eyes and ran down her face, dropping onto her pained breasts.

       This Master spoke to her, “Wow, I think you are in a bit of a pickle, and I am sure your nipples are bothering you.  But, it’s obvious that someone wants you here, so who am I to interfere with his design for you?”

       Jill begged, “Please, he left me here while he fucks my mother.  My nipples are killing me.  Please release them.  Tie my any way you want until he gets back, just let my nipples rest for a bit.”

       This Master examined her breasts, then replied, “No, I’m afraid I can’t do that.  He wants you this way, and I kinda like it.  You look fantastic bound that way.  If your regular Master wants to interfere and release you, then that is his option.  I don’t feel I should interrupt what is going on here.  Beside, I have a slave I want to whip.  I am going to tie her up on the other side of this post.  You can watch while I mark her pretty skin.”

       Jill, with tears in her eyes, and aching nipples, watched as the other girl was bound to the whipping post and soundly whipped.  From their positions, Jill and the girl being whipped were face to face.  She could watch the girls expression a the whip struck her.  Jill could see the pain in her face, but at the same time she could see the arousal in her face, and in the tears she was shedding.  For several moments Jill nearly forgot her nipples as she watched this whipping.  It seemed severe, but the girl seemed to get into it..  After the whipping, Jill leaned forward and kissed this girl’s cheeks, still wet with tears.  The whipped girl smiled, and kissed Jill on the lips.  To Jill this was hot.  Even though her nipples and breasts were hurting, there was a tingle in her breasts and pussy from the kiss by the whipped girl. The master took the slave girl down and after patting Jill‘s breasts, walked away to find a bed so he could fuck this whipped slave girl.

       Jill was at a loss.  She was hurting, but did not know what to do.  She could see Jon across the room.  He was working on two slave girls, one of which was sucking his cock, and was totally occupied.  Just when all hope seemed to be gone, another master walked up to Jill.

       “Hey, your still here.  I noticed you were here while I was watching your mother.  She is one very hot fuck, and really knows how to suck a cock.  But, it is too crowded, so I thought I would visit you.  If you can’t have the mother, then why not try the daughter.”        Jill looked this masters grinning face, and realized she knew him.  She also realized she did not like him.  This master worked as a service manager of a local car dealership, specifically the dealership where she had her car repaired.  Every time she went to have something fixed on her car, this manager would see her and immediately tried to get her in bed.  He was sarcastic and rude.  As a result, she changed to another garage for her auto work.  Now, here he was, Jerry Tucker, naked sporting an erection and looking at her naked tortured body.  He knew who she was, and seemed very pleased about it.

       Tucker stood there, stroking his cock, saying, “Well, Miss Combs, how nice to see you.  I must admit, you look much better naked.  You look fantastic with clothing, but naked you are amazing.  Naked and being tortured is incredible, and naked, being tortured and subject to what ever I want to do to you is out of this world.”

       Jill know she was in trouble, and her nipples were killing her.  “Please, Jerry…Sir, please, release my nipples, and I will submit to anything you want.  Please.”

       Jerry Tucker smiled as he ran his hands over her tortured breasts, then down to her displayed pussy.  As he finger fucked Jill, he said, “Well, Miss Combs, I think I am due an apology for all the bad times you caused me in the past.  I put up with your smart mouth, and snooty ways, now I think you owe me something, don’t you?”  He punctuated his remark with a sharp slap on each of the ass cheeks.

       A tearful Jill answered, “Yessir.  I do apologize.  If you would release my nipples, I will show you how appreciative I can be.  Please, anything you want, torture me in some other way.  Please, my nipples are really hurting.”

       Jerry put his hands on her breasts again, patting them, increasing the pain, and replied, “OK, I hate to do this because your tits look great clamped up this this.  But, if you insist, I’ll take mercy on you, although I don’t think you deserve it.  This will hurt a bit.”

       With that, he took. the butterfly clamps off her nipples.  Pain surged through Jill, driving her to her knees, tears streaming down her pretty face and splashing on her aching breasts.  With her wrists still locked behind her, she could not wipe away the tears, or ease the pain in her nipples and breasts..  It felt like the fires of Hell were in her breasts.  He leaned down and started massaging her breasts and nipples.  Initially, the pain increased with his manipulations, but then the pain subsided, then the pain miraculously translated into sexual heat and traveled straight to her cunt.  Jill did not like Jerry Tucker, and was not thrilled to be subject to his sexual whims, but as he manipulated her breasts, she admitted she was becoming aroused.  ‘Omigod, I am truly a sex slave.  I am being aroused by a man I detest’ she thought as the heat in her cunt rose. She was helped up, and taken away, away to a large easy chair where he could sit while Jill sucked his cock.  As she was made to kneel in front of this chair, suddenly she was pushed forward, face down on to the seat cushion of the chair.  Tucker made her move backwards so her abused breasts were hanging free.  Only her face and shoulders were on the chair cushion as she knelt there.

       “Now, Miss Combs, I have always wanted to fuck you, so get ready.  When you were in my dealership, making snaky remarks to me, I had always thought about how sweet it would be to have you bound and naked.  I promised myself if the ever happened, I knew I was going to fuck you.  So, get ready, I am going to fuck you.”

       Jerry plunged his rigid cock into Jill’s moist, no.., soaking, cunt.  He fucked her like a mad man.  Jill, did not like Jerry Tucker, but admitted, reluctantly, his cock felt good.  Jerry reached down and fondled Jill’s abused breasts. At one time it appeared he was hanging on to her breasts to be able to fuck her harder, thrusting his cock deeper into her..  It was obvious that he did not care if she had a climax.  He was seeking revenge and getting his satisfaction.  As he continued to fuck her, he was slapping her ass.  Finally as he was nearing his climax, he slapped her ass again, and pulled his cock from her pussy.  Jill’s pussy was hot, and now aching for a climax, a climax from a man she detested.  Jerry Tucker stood up, his rigid cock gleaming with Jill’s juices.  He stood there, looking down a the fine abused ass of the haughty Jill Combs.  The untouchable Jill Combs.  He could have never imagined this could have ever happened.  Jerry made Jill kneel up straight while he moved around her and sat down in the easy chair.  In doing so, he picked up a riding crop which was laying on the floor beside the chair.

       “Now, Miss Combs, look what you did.  My cock is all messy with your cunt juice.  Here’s what’s going to happen.  You are going to use that pretty mouth of yours to clean my cock of your juices.  The same mouth that used to utter smart assed remarks and insults.  Then you are going to suck my cock to a cum, and you will swallow all my cum.  Do you hear me, Miss Coombs?”

       Jerry swatted her abused breasts, punctuating his demands.

       A very humble Jill replied, very contritely, “Yessir, please let me suck you cock.”

       Jerry gave each of her breasts another swat from the crop.  Then he put his hand behind her head, pulling it and her sweet mouth to his urgent cock.  Jill kissed the head of his cock and started to lick and suck on it, cleaning it of her juices as he demanded.  She even moved under his cock to lick his balls.  Finally, Jill took Jerry Tucker’s cock into her mouth, and began sucking it, using every trick she knew to make him cum, thereby easing her tortured time with him.

       Back to Anne.  Her torment continued unabated.  In fact Anne was in such demand, before the evening was over, Jon had to take her under his wing and make her off limits.  After he rescued her from a master who enjoyed whipping her cunt, he brought her back to the couch he had occupied.  He left her arms locked behind her back, but he also bound her ankles and thighs so no one would lead her away. 

       Jon kissed Anne, and asked, “I have to ask you a question.  You have lived with me for nearly six months as my sex slave.  What do your think?  Did you make a good decision to submit to me?“

       Anne kissed him and replied, “Well, dear Master, I was not too sure at first.  I did not want to ruin what you and Jill have.  It has worked out just fine, and yes, I am glad I am your sex slave,  You are a little rougher than I have experienced, but I love it, Sir.“

       Jon kissed Anne again, and said, “Well, let me tell you, it is a pleasure.  You are one very beautiful and hot sex slave.  You and Jill drive me to distraction.  There are days when my cock stays hard all day.  You and Jill are directly responsible for that.“

       Anne thanked Jon for her slavery to him, and to show her appreciation, she went to her knees and sucked his cock, draining him.

       Eventually, Jill was brought back to Jon.  While she had been well fucked and well whipped, she had an easier time of it than her mother.  The evening was winding down, and Jon felt it was time to make their departure.  Both Jill and Anne were exhausted.  Jon released both Anne and Jill to let them go to the women’s lounge to clean up and refresh themselves.  Shortly they returned to Jon, happy, but tired.  Smiling they turned about, in unison, to let Jon lock their wrists behind their backs.  As soon a Jon had performed this delightful duty, the three of them were met by Sir Steven as they were leaving.

       “Jon, thank your for coming, and especially for bringing these two magnificent slaves with you.  Everyone is talking about them.  Jill, I still say I should have kept you, and enslaved you.  You are magnificent.”

       He kissed Jill, then to Anne, kissing her and saying, “Sweet mother, you are as special as your daughter.  If I had known Jill had a mother like you, I would have kidnapped the both of your, and kept you forever!  I sure hope I am able to see you again.”

       Jon and Steven talked for another minute or so, then he took his beautiful slaves and headed home.  It was a fantastic party, but every one was tired, or can we say, “fucked out”.  On the way home, both Jill and Anne fell asleep.  Even though their wrists were still locked behind their backs, and their ankles tightly bound, sleep came easy.

       Jon Folkkes and his household of sex slaves went back to their every day life.  Late the next morning, a naked Jon Folkkes was in the kitchen making coffee and looking in the refrigerator to see what he had to make for breakfast.  A very sleepy naked Jill made her way into the kitchen.  She was wearing her high heel shoes as required.  She came to Jon and hugged him, raising her face to him for a good morning kiss.  They hugged each other, and held their lips together in a very long and passionate kiss.

       “Good morning, Sir”, she said sleepily.

       Jon kissed her again, and answered, “Good morning.  Did you sleep well?”

       Smiling, Jill replied, “Yes…yes Sir.  I don’t even remember going to bed.  Also, I notice you did not lock my wrists behind my back.”

       “Hmmm, well, when I put you and your mother to bed, you both were so tired, or should I say, fucked out, I decided to make you as comfortable as I could, so I did not restrain either of you.  Never, fear, tonight is another night.”

       Over morning coffee they talked about the party.  Jill even told Jon about Jerry Tucker.  Jon explained that this is one of the hazards of being a true sex slave.  He promised he would never knowing make her submit to Jerry Tucker.  Jill kissed him and thanked him for this promise.  He remarked that she had some very interesting striations and bruises on her breast.  She told Jon her breasts were not as tender as she expected.  In fact, in the past, Jon had whipped her breasts harder than they were during the cock sucking contest.  Both agreed they would like to attend future soirees of this type.

       Jill asked Jon, “Did you notice the pretty redheaded slave?”

       Jon replied, “Yeah, when  you were being taken by her master, she was given to me.  She was hot, but not like my ladies.”

       “Did you notice the collar she was wearing?”

       “Yeah, I have seen those before.  Her master got it from a place called Axmar.  They make two types.  The one she was wearing was permanent.  The only way to get it off is to destroy it, cutting it.  So, she has to wear it forever.  There is another type that can be unlocked with a special key.  Yeah, I liked it.  Why do you ask?”

       Jill paused, “Oh, nothing.  I really liked it.  I have heard about collars that are permanent.  I wonder what it would be like to wear one of those, and be subject to what it means?”

       Jon smiled, “Well, little slave, be careful what you wish for,”

       Jill hugged Jon, pressing her naked breasts against him, and kissed him.

       Jill, with a husky lust laden voice, said, “Oh, Master Jon, I really love you.”  

       The Folkes household spent the day just resting and relaxing.  The usual dress code was still in force, but there was no BDSM pressure on his slaves.  Later that evening, the three shared the same bed.  He made sure both of his slaves were well fucked.   Life was good for Jon, Jill and Anne.

       There were problems coming, however.  The next week Jill got a call from Deep Rock Oil Corporation, LLC.  It seems the Security and Exchange Commission, along with the U.S Attorney for the Dallas district was investigating some stock exchanges, business practices, sales, and supposedly false book keeping.  Since Jill had been the chief accountant at Deep Rock during the period of time under question, the federal authorities wanted to talk to her.  She had to spend four days with the federal auditors who seemed to take great delight in grilling her, seemingly accusing her of misdeeds.  Jill was at her wits end, and becoming more depressed every day.  Jill wondered if they were so brutal to her because she was an attractive female.  She was being threatened with prosecution, and possible prison time.  All this made her rather desperate, upset and irritable.  As a result there was some tension in the Folkkes residence.  Both Anne and Jon knew this would pass, so they did their best to boost Jill’s morale.  On Wednesday night, Jon and Jill went to bed.  As usual he locked her wrists behind her back.  He fucked her, but it was obvious that she was distracted.  Later that night Jon was awakened by the sound of Jill quietly sobbing.

       “Jill…Jill, what’s the matter“, Jon asked.

       Jill replied, “Jon, please hold me.  Hold me tight.  I am so scared.  I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but they won’t listen to me.  They say I might go to prison.  What am I going to do?”

       Jon hugged and kissed her.  They talked for a while, when Jon offered to get her another attorney if she felt that is what she needed.  She chose to wait a bit longer to see how things turned out.

       On Thursday of that week, Jill again was summoned to the Federal Court House in Dallas.  She dressed in the most conservative clothing she owned.  A white open neck silk blouse, which showed considerable amount of cleavage, a two piece gray business suite, with a rather short skirt, a pair of dark gray hose and garter belt, along with black leather shoes was the outfit she chose to wear.  She wanted to make a good impression, even though she was dressed somewhat provocatively.  Even her most conservative outfit made her look good enough to arouse any cock  Even with the method of dress, and the strained look on her face, Jill was an incredibly beautiful woman.  Jon hugged and kissed her as she left. 

       That morning, after Jill left, Jon had to run a quick errand.  In his haste to get this done, he forgot to release Anne’s wrists and elbows.  They had been tied up for a while.  Anne had showered, fixed her make up and put on her costume of the day, which consisted of high heel shoes, wrist and ankle cuffs and matching collar.  Just because Jon wanted to see his naked slave bound, he used rope to bind her wrists and elbows.  Her orders were to move into his line of vision, no matter what he was doing, and display herself to her best advantage.  Well, Jon received several phone calls, then remembered this errand, so he quickly left he house, and left Anne bound.  This was not unusual for her to be bound, alone at home, but Jon did not intend this today.

       When Jon returned, there was his beautiful Anne, mother of his favorite sex slave, waiting for him at the front door, still bound like he had left her.  She looked good.  All this trouble with Jill had taken the edge off their sex life.  Jon realized he had not fucked Anne in a couple of days, and there she was, naked, bound and looking good.

       “Slave, come with me.  I have plans for  you.  I need some good fucking.”

       He reached out and grasped her left nipple, squeezing, pinching and twisting it, he pulled on it, using like a leash, pulling Anne to the orgy bedroom.  Anne did her best to keep up with fast walking Jon, trying to ease the painful pressure on her nipple.  Once in the orgy room, he picked Anne up and placed her on the bed.  Jon undressed while Anne watched.  She loved to see his erect cock.  When he pulled off his trousers, she was rewarded.  Without a word, Jon climbed onto the bed, but did not move to fuck her.  In stead, he straddled her shoulders, his ass resting on her breasts.  His cock was touching her lips.  Anne, smiled, the opened her mouth and took his cock.  Jon mouth fucked her for a few minutes, then pulled his cock from her mouth.

       “Slave, I love your sweet mouth, but I want my cock in your cunt.”

       Anne just smiled, her face etched with beautifully hot erotic emotions.  She loved to suck his cock, but she also loved his cock in her.  Her bound arms and wrists were trapped beneath her.  She adjusted herself to make it easier for Jon to handle her.

       He helped Anne up to a kneeling position, then he lay down on the bed.  On his instructions, Anne straddled Jon’s thighs, then moved up until her cunt was directly over his erect throbbing cock. This took a bit of effort as her wrists and elbows were still bound.  With Jon’s help, Anne was able to get his cock inside her pussy.  He held his cock so she could impale herself on his manhood.  Anne was riding Jon’s cock, moving up and down and every direction that felt good.  Her breasts were dancing, bouncing and jiggling with her movements.  It was a beautiful thing to see.  Jon was playing with her breasts, pinching, squeezing and slapping them.  In fact, he set  up a rhythm, slapping her breasts in cadence with her fucking motions.  Both Jon and Anne were deep into the eroticism of the moment.  This was going to be a glorious fuck.

       Suddenly, they heard a scream, a scream of anger and rage, then Anne screamed.  Jon opened his eyes and looked up to see Jill, an enraged Jill standing beside the bed with a whip in her hand.  She was madly lashing out at her naked and bound mother.  Anne struggled to get away from the whip, but it was difficult for her to move to safety.  She was bound and still impaled on Jon’s cock and was still a straddle of his hips.  Jill kept screaming, cursing, and lashing Anne.  The whip was every where.  Anne’s back, ass, breasts, bound arms and any other available target was struck.  As quickly as his he could, Jon picked Anne up and tossed her onto the bed.  Jumping off the bed he grabbed the whip from Jill,  throwing it to the floor, then grabbed her.  She was still screaming and cursing.  She was still dressed in her business attire and in a blind rage.

       Jon grabbed a pair of steel hand cuffs, and forcing her wrists behind her, cuffed her tightly.  He slapped her.  The shock of the slap seemed to stem the tide of vitriol coming from Jill.

       A naked Jon, his cock still gleaming from Anne’s juices, held Jill tightly,   “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!  ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

       He slapped Jill again.  Anne was still naked and bound, cowering on the other side of the bed.  She had never seen Jill in such a rage.  Her back and breasts were on fire from the single tail whip Jill was using.  Even as she watched Jon handle Jill, she was still afraid.  She just did not understand why Jill was in such a rage.

       Jill was still sobbing, when Jon addressed her again, “ANSWER ME!  What the Hell is going on!  Why are you angry with Anne?  Why are you whipping her?”

       Finally, Jill seemed to regain control of her emotions, “Oh, Jon, I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  It has been a really bad morning.  The prosecutor is submitting my case to a federal grand jury.  I’m about to go insane.  I came home, wanting some love and encouragement, and I find you and her fucking.  It was more than I could take.”

       Jon, was still very angry as he replied, “What do you mean we were fucking?  Of course we were fucking, and before that Anne was sucking me.  That’s what we do!  I decided to fuck your mother.  She is my sex slave.  I can do what I want with her.  She has no choice but to obey me.  If she did not yield to me, and my cock, I would have tortured her until she submitted.  I fucked her, and I will fuck her again.  SHE HAD NO DAMNED CHOICE!  She has to fuck me!  Then you come in and attack her.  THAT’S BULL SHIT!”

       Jill broke down into uncontrollable sobs.  Anne moved towards her daughter, but could not hug her as she was still tightly bound.  It took some time until Jill stopped crying.

       “Jon…Sir…, Mom, I am sorry.  I just lost my head.  I am really sorry, more than you know.  I just hope I have not ruined the life we have.  I am sorry.  Please, what can I do?”

       “First, you turn to your mother and beg her forgiveness, then you kiss her, like you mean it.  Now!”

       Jill turned to Anne and in tears apologized for her actions, then she kissed her mother, on the mouth.  She leaned down and kissed the whip marks on her mother’s breasts.

       Jon ordered Jill again.  “Kiss your mother on the mouth.  I mean one of those “catch me fuck me” passionate kisses.  Do it now!’

       Jill did as he asked.  She kissed Anne like she kisses her lovers.  It was a deep passionate kiss meant to arouse.  Anne returned the kiss in like fashion.  Jon ordered Jill to do it again.  Jill kissed Anne, passionately, again.

       Jon was standing there, his cock still rigid, looking at his two bound sex slaves kissing each other.  “Anne, we have something more important to do.  We will deal with Jill in a minute.  Lay down on the bed.”

       As Anne was moving, and laying down on the bed, Jon was binding Jill’s ankles and thighs. He pulled the ropes painfully tight.  He left Jill sitting on the side of the bed as he moved over to Anne, and in between her legs.  He eased his cock into Anne, and resumed fucking her, while Jill watched.  It took a few minutes, but both Anne and Jon did have a wonderful climax.  Jon moved off Anne, and released her from bondage.  On his orders, she left the orgy room and went to clean up.  Jon turned to Jill.  There was unfinished business.

       “When does the grand jury meet”, he asked.

       A sorrowful Jill replied, “In three days.  They tell me that is when they will know what the outcome will be.  They say the U.S. Marshal will arrest me shortly after the grand jury indicts me.”

       Jon thought for a moment, “Well, I am going to punish you for three days.  What you did was outrageous and should have never happened.  You will be a punished prisoner for the next three days, 24/7.  You will be kept bound, whipped and tormented.  You will be fucked, made to suck, but you will not be given a climax.  No cums.  You must pay for what you did, especially to your mother.  She was merely doing what her job is, and that is to fuck and suck me, and accept any torment I give her.  Do you understand.”

       Jill nodded her head.  Jon released her long enough to strip her, the rebound her hands behind her back.  She stood there, rather dejected.  Even then, Jill was beautiful.  Jon was looking at her, naked with wrists bound behind her back, wearing only high heel shoes, garter belt and hose.  He walked over to a small couch and sat down.  He motioned Jill to sit next to him.  Next to the couch was an end table, with a telephone sitting on top.  He picked up the phone and dialed a number,  The phone was answered by a receptionist.

       “Hi, Sarah, I need to talk to Jim Carew.  Its pretty important.  Yeah, this is Jon Folkkes.  Yes, I’ll hold.”

       He turned to Jill, and motioned for her to start sucking his cock.  She wanted to do something to garner Jon’s appreciation.  Jill slipped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth.  Just as his cock was hardening, Jon started to talk on the phone.  She raised her head, but Jon pushed her back down on his cock.

       Jon said, “Jim…, Jon Folkkes here.”

       Carew answered, “Yeah, Jon, what can I do for you.”

       “Jim, I have a problem.  My girl friend is having a real problem, and I need some help with it.  I know you have handled a lot of federal cases, so I am asking you to help her, and me.”

       For the next several minutes Jon explained the problem at Deep Rock, and Jill alleged complicity.

       Carew was silent for a moment, the replied.  “Yeah, I have heard of the problems at Deep Rock.  My sources say their CEO and CFO may be dirty, and they are going to hang their accountant out to dry, blaming all their troubles on her..  Is your girl the accountant their talking about?  By the way, is she the girl I met at the barbeque?”

       Jon answered, “Yeah, she’s the one, on both counts.  She is very special to me.  Could you be her attorney, and check this thing out with the U.S Attorney?  Her name is Jill Combs.”

       Jim Carew answered, “Sure, I get right on it.  I may have to interview her, but for now, just sit tight and I’ll get back to you.  I’ll tell the feds to stop interviewing her, unless I am present.  You’re gonna owe me, Ole Buddy.”

       “I always do, Jim, I always do.”

       Jon hung the phone up, then ran his hand into Jill’s hair and using her hair, pulled her off his hard cock.  “Did you hear that conversation?”

       Jill answered, “Yessir, I did.”

       “Jim‘s going to take care of this.  He is an oil lawyer.  He knows about everything taking place in this town, and the oil industry.  We go way back, and I trust him.  I think everything will be OK.  But, little slave of mine, you will probably be subject to the tender mercies of Jim Carew.  It may even involve you and Anne submitting to him.  If he wants you in payment for his services, I will give you to him.  Can you handle that.”

       Jilll had tears of gratitude and relief in her eyes when she replied, “Jon, thank you, thank you very much.  You can’t believe how much better I feel.  I love you, and I will do what ever you require.  If you want me to be a slave to Mr. Carew, then I will do what ever you say.”

       Jon put Jill’s mouth back on his cock.  “OK, but for now, you’re still going to be punished for what happened this morning, you know that.”

       Jill nodded her head, keeping Jon’s cock deep in her mouth.