Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

"There is something you should know," Debbi began hesitantly. "I've been in some trouble in several cities in the United States. And I've rented the car I came in under a phony name."

"Good. Give me the keys and I'll see that it's removed from the city," the man said. "And as you probably have assumed, I am Fati."

"Yes, I thought so," Debbi said. She told him the make of car and its location as she handed him the keys.

"Your past is your past. I don't wish to know of

it. Mrs. Symth's recommendation shows you are most able in one aspect of the work you will be doing here. And a short test should demonstrate your abilities in the other part of your work," Fati said.

"Mr. Fati… I was wondering about the arrangements here," Debbi commented shyly, not

knowing how to put what she wanted to know into a suitable question.

"Of course. If you like it here, we'll give you a room and meals. Plus a commission from every assignment you participate in," Mr. Fati explained, finishing his drink.

"And the test?"

"In good time. Now I believe we should dine. I'll show you where to freshen up," Fati instructed, ushering her out of the sitting room.

Dinner was the most elegant affair Debbi could have imagined. She felt like a poorly dressed little girl, even in her expensive clothing. The dinner itself was served by several people. Debbi felt this was real elegance, something even Willie could only play at. She thought of Willie and what the police would do to him now that she had given them evidence damning him. But she let the thought pass as quickly as it came.

"I hope you enjoyed your dinner," Fati commented. He led her up a flight of stairs.

"I think it was marvelous," Debbi answered as they walked.

"Your bag has been placed in your room. Make yourself comfortable. I'll call in an hour or so to explain everything in detail," Fati said, showing her to her room.

It was very feminine in its decor, and somewhat antiquated in its furnishings. The large four-poster bed was far more comfortable than it looked.

Fati was good to his word. He put in an appearance one hour after dinner. Debbi greeted him, smiling. She had dressed in a flattering nightie that she felt would please him. The pleasure of Fati was her greatest concern of the moment. Fati was the key to a world Debbi had been hungry for. The world of dominance and power.

"You are a lovely woman. And you have a cruel gleam in your eye, and that is good," Fati began, gently stroking one of her exposed thighs as he spoke. "But you must remember that this isn't only a house of pain. We must deliver the sweet agony of pain. Pleasure is a must for the outlandish fees a man pays. And our women must be able to give it," Fati explained.

"Yes, I understand," Debbi replied nervously. She stood by the bed as Fati took a seat in a rather ancient, flat-backed chair. He studied her womanly yet obviously youthful form with interest.

"You would be solely responsible for seeing to it that each man receives some pleasure. Magda is far too concerned with her own pleasure, and Kristine wants too much to give pain. Do you think you could get a man hard, and keep him that way, even if he was feeling excruciating pain?" Fati asked, pushing a buzzer that was in easy reach on the table. There was a lapse of several seconds before two women entered.

Debbi noticed the woman of about thirty eyeing her nearly naked perfection. She saw the woman's tongue run slyly across her lips, and the girl understood its implication. The other one looked more like a girl, though she was probably in her early twenties. She was a strikingly beautiful blonde. That had to be Kristine.

"This is Debbi; Magda and Kristine," Fati said. Debbi liked their leather mini-uniforms and boots. They seemed appropriate.

"It is good to have another girl. Especially when the special visitor is only several nights away," Magda commented. Her accent was thick. The full body of the woman was far more powerful than Cindy's had been. Debbi knew that this woman could exert a delicious control over her. But she

seemed far too interested in her employment for that. Time would tell for certain.

"Yes, yes, I'll want you to familiarize her with our work and help with several of the clients. Now, back to your business," Fati said. Both women quickly left the room. It was clear that Fati was in charge.

Fati turned his attention back to Debbi. "Now, I must make certain you can please a man. Remember, you can humiliate them sexually and have them serve your whims in any manner you want, but it is of the utmost importance that the man be satisfied completely."

"I understand," Debbi answered. "I can satisfy any man."

"Good. You can show me your talents," Fati said, unbuckling his pants and holding out his hard cock for her inspection.

"It looks really sick… and sexy," Debbi commented, moving over to grasp the rod. Her. fingers deftly jacked it several times, until a single drop of fluid appeared at the tip. She took the slimy pearl and rubbed it around the hot red meat of the dick. This action caused him to moan softly and shift around in his chair. It was obvious that Debbi knew how to handle a cock.

"That's good. Suck it for me," Fati urged. Debbi helped him remove his pants completely. His sexual equipment was still prominent under the layers of fat that hung from the man's middle. In a strange, wanton way, the sight was sexually arousing to Debbi.

"I'd love to suck it," Debbi said, holding the stalk closer to her mouth with one hand. The other hand tickled the full testicles as her hot breath teased the rod into swelling still further.

"That's good. But no more teasing. Suck it

now," the man ordered hoarsely. His fat jiggled obscenely as he moved about in heated pleasure. Debbi still wasn't about to hurry. Her tongue licked around the sensitive glans for about half a minute.

Finally, Debbi decided he'd suffered enough. She noisily gobbled about half of the moderate sized cock into her hot mouth. Her warm saliva comforted the slippery whang, even as her mouth moved up and down on it. Several swirls of her tongue around the head of the captured click brought a moan of pleasure from the man.

"You're a talented cocksucker," the man wheezed out in compliment. His hands went straight for her tits. It was easy to lay his hands on the twin beauties, for her gown had opened in front while she squatted down to blow him.

'¶Is that doing it for you?" Debbi asked through a mouthful of cock. By the agitation of his thigh muscles, she knew he was getting aroused. His hands were frantic as they palmed the ripe tits. Her nipples were responding to the pressure of his fingers. She was beginning to get a sexy feeling in her own loing.

"You're good. About the best we've ever had here," Fati complimented. His hands left her breasts and possessively caressed her hair. The smooth and silken fabric made Fati groan in appreciation.

"Put my hair around your cock," Debbi whispered, anticipating what the man wanted.

"Oh yes, so lovely," the man murmured as he ran the silken strands over his saliva wet prick.

"Nice," Debbi commented. The hair felt dreamy to the man and Debbi could understand the sensation. It was one of the additional joys of making love with another woman. Having the long

hair rub over her naked flesh was a feeling Debbi treasured. Fati could help himself.

"In a drawer… put the gloves on… then fuck me," Fati said breathlessly.

"These?" Debbi asked, reaching in the bureau near the chair.

"Yes.., for the love of God… put them on and fuck me! I'm burning up!" Fati confessed, expelling a long gust of air in an effort to cool himself down. Debbi quickly put on the sheer velvet gloves and moved back toward the man. She tentatively stroked one gloved hand over his cock and balls. He jumped away at the contact.