Money is Power (conclusion)
My cock had softened quickly, and I felt it ooze out of Mindy’s back door. Tiffany got down, so Mindy could get up. I was expecting tears, as that had become the norm, but her eyes were dry. She looked haggard and frazzled, like she been in a fight. Her hair was wet, and tangled. She got up and came to me. “Are you alright?” I asked tenderly, as I embraced her in a tight hug and kissed her gently on the lips. “My ass hurts. You’re gonna have to register that thing as a deadly weapon” she replied as she grabbed my cock and smiled. Mindy was going to be fine. I had been worried about her. Mindy is here with me, as my sex slave. Yes, I know that kind of thing only …