Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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Dearest Monica,

I awoke this morning with the taste of you still warm on my tongue and the memory of your feverish thrustings burning in my heart. That my selfish feeding can be rewarded with such beautiful responsiveness from you is a gift I may never earn, though you may be sure that I will always try.

The girl (whose name I think you said was Patti?) who rode me with such deeply wrenching fervor was indeed remarkable in both her intensity and her skill, and it pleased me that you would suck my spunk from her so eagerly. For one who has not always dreamed of silky thighs and girlish sighs your growing taste for the pink flesh impresses and pleases me. Who would have thought it?

Certainly not the Monsignor as he placed the wafer upon your tongue. Nor your mother, counseling you against the evils of desire. But there you were, your face fairly glistening, a pale blonde pubic hair dangling from your upper lip. How I love you!

This Patti, if you will allow me, is she one with whom we may lay again? I am thinking of her anus, which I have not yet known, and of the sight of her opening her legs for you, which I should like to see again. And again. Perhaps you will whisper to her of my desire at some moment when your tender friendship is upon her, or if you choose, speak instead of your own hunger for her wetness.

Her heart will no doubt tremble when you do and she will once more be our fuck. I await news of your progress with her.

These last three have been especially pleasing, Monica, and you are quickly earning your reward. Before them, your Caroline was much too loud, her boring incantations a distraction. But how could you know? Multiorgasmia does at times have its bothersome elements, but not, of course, with one such as you, whose whimperings are as the music of the Gods. But your Patti, your

Eloise (wasn't it?) and your Cynthia, they were all the stuff of dreams. Do you not, when you close your eyes and think of it, still see Cynthia's nipples, so long and so pink, still trapped between the jaws of the big clamps? Can you not still hear her whispering pleas to tighten them further? And can you forget the way she rubbed herself through it all once we allowed it, making herself weak with orgasm and tears?

And the Eloise one. I must confess that I was immediately taken with her. A girl her age with freckles still! That and the little voice, well, it made the sound of sirens in my ears at first, though your proof of age was convincing and reassuring. You were right to require that. Alas, I feel a flush when I think of her draped across my lap, her youthfully tender cheeks bouncing under my palm. And the wetness from her! A spanking slut for the ages is your Eloise. Someday to earn another prize I will have you bring her to me with Patti and we will watch them together. The red and the blonde. And perhaps I will lay them on top of each other and you will slide my member in and out of them with your hand around it. Yes, you must whisper to Patti soon, and answer the redhead's mail.

As for your reward, you will be pleased to learn that plans are being made. Mark, the waiter you pointed out in Sardi's, has been contacted and will meet with me this coming week. The welder, whom I have met with and who is known to his friends as "Wrench", although his given name is Ricardo, is satisfactory. I showed him photographs but no films, as he appears to be highly excitable.

Ensign Meadows has been sent the proper invitation and I expect to hear from him shortly. While I have confidence in your taste, you may wish to submit yet another name in case one of these with whom

I have not spoken fails to impress me. I will say that Robert

Wilcox, the collector whom we met at the Guggenheim on my visit last May, and who so generously entertained us at La Cote Basque that evening, has called me on four occasions since then, asking about you. I mention him in passing only, as I know this is your reward, but he was very impressed by you in the limo that evening, as you may remember.

Well, little strumpet, I have found the end of this one.

Until I hear from you again I remain, your constantly enamored paramour and Master,

Master Wade