The sound of tin cans clanging together woke me up. One of my damn sluts was trying to escape. I was pissed. This one was saved special for Mr. Z. Usually I starved my victims to break them but this was a lucky one. She had a lunch invitation from a VIP. He liked his flesh in prime condition. It was hard, but I hadn’t even left a mark on her. He said that bruised meat tasted “gamey.” So, for the last 2 weeks while he was out of town, I had pampered that slut. I even rubbed her with the special lotion that he left. After this escape attempt, I just wanted to kick her ass though. The other meat dolls were too weak to escape. That’s how I preferred to keep them. My other clients were not quite as picky about their cuts of meat.
I licked my lips as I dreamed of her demise. Mr Z’s famous method of injecting the spices, the expert trussing, and that splash of secret sauce made all of our dinners delectable and bone sucking good. Working with him was such a joy and that first taste of a juicy finger or a slice of inner thigh made even a hardcore like me appreciate a choice cut of meat.
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