"Yes, sir, Mr. Whelan."

Orrin left and Quinn took my arm. "Come along, Slut; it's time to go."

"I'm not going naked, am I, sir? I'll be arrested."

"You won't leave the car naked, but you'll be naked the entire trip," Quinn replied, smiling.

"Where are we going, Master?"

"You'll find out when we get there."

We walked out of the house and I was acutely aware of my nudity and Orrin standing there holding the back door of a stretch limousine opened, a shit eating grin on his face. Quinn let both of the others get in first, keeping me upright and visible the entire time, so Orrin could...