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   MRWADE.240 By Master Wade

   Letters to Monica

   One

   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