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long tongue-bath, right?”
    “Yes, yes I will. I’ll lick your balls.  Oh God. I want to cum sooo bad.”
    His fingers brought me over the edge. I had an incredible orgasm.  My legs trembled and almost buckled.  I gasped and bit my lip.  Then, I hung my head in shame.  I knew I had enough time to stay another hour and still be home to call Lewis as scheduled.
    So I stayed.  I licked the guy’s hairy balls just like I’d promised.  He rebounded.  Then I swallowed his cum for a second time, while my own fingers brought me off a second time as well. 
    At exactly 8:00 pm I phoned Lewis from the sanctuary of my living room.  We talked.  Mostly he wanted to know how I approached the men.  I told him the story I concocted, and how it seemed to work.  My heart sank when he told me there were at least three lesbian bars in the city, and it will be interesting to see if my tactic works just as well with the other gender.  Thankfully, it was evident he meant someday in the future. 
    For now, we had another matter to tend to: “ You will meet my network colleagues tomorrow,” Lewis said.
    The network? “Yes Sir. I’ll be ready Sir.”

CHAPTER 11: THE NETWORK
    The very next morning…
    I was in the midst of a crazy dream: I had been kidnapped by a Mexican drug cartel, with my body offered up as a reward for whatever foot soldier had performed well that day.  The leader offered the end of my leash to a street dealer who had just sold a nice amount of blow.  Rather than take the leash, the lucky recipient grabbed hold of my hair and dragged me onto a dirty mattress...
    The ringing of the phone on my nightstand awakened me from the reverie.
    “H..hello,” I said, my voice groggy.  It was Lewis.
    "You will have an interview of a different sort today. The network would like to meet you, for a direct conversation."
    "Yes of course Sir, but did I do something wrong?"
    "Not at all. You've completed your fifth assignment, so it's customary that the network meet you in person.  Basically, they want to ensure you do not feel coerced, or trapped, or pressured to continue under my command. Interviews like this are actually for the protection and benefit of the sub. Accordingly, I will not be present until the end of the session.”
    “Is there anything I should do to prepare?”
    “No, but let’s meet for coffee and I can give you more background.”
    What a wonderful morning surprise!  I was thrilled to be seeing Lewis in person. From his tone of voice I inferred our conversation would be casual and friendlier than our usual Q&A where I’m essentially interrogated. We arranged to meet at the upstairs lounge of a Starbucks, half-way between our homes.
    I jumped into the shower to get ready.  In part to kill some time, in part to fully wake up, and in part to make myself look as pretty as possible for Lewis. With the hot water running over my body, I reached up and unfastened the shower head.  As I slid it down along my skin, my mind began to wander.  I closed my eyes, and remembered my dream. I began to fantasize, picking up where it left off. The greasy Mexican dealer pulling me aggressively by my hair, and throwing me onto that dirty smelly mattress.  His body was heavily tattooed, but not the work one might see on those television shows such as Miami Ink.  These were spontaneous prison-style tattoos, amateur looking, randomly placed, and sloppily made.  His breath was rank as he descended onto me.  I tasted Tequila and cigars when he kissed me. Just as I imagined his long skinny cock pushing into my defenseless cunt; the shower head in my hand found my clit. I pressed the hot and pulsating metal against my mound. Soon I was cumming with the fantasy still playing out in my mind’s eye.
    Twenty minutes later, while blow drying my hair I was tempted to rub out another one, but for the sake of time I decided against it.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  I look pretty good today, if I say so myself.   All