But I do think you're old and wise enough to make your own decision. Please be careful."I thanked her and explained to her what we wanted to do and ho.... She still didn't like the dangers involved for me, but knew that I had thought it trough and that Sarah would watch over the project to keep me save.Gabe crawled in bed after I had already fallen asleep, and I only vaguely noticed that he was back.The next morning I said my goodbyes and hugged and kissed my children. I turned to Gabe who still. I will be busy pleasing my master with every ounce of my being.The excitement builds within my belly, the tingly feelings of an excited tight little vagina almost uncomfortable, like a light nagging.My master drives us to a campground he had picked out for the seclusion and the cold of the first day of winter.He parks, attaches a two foot long chain to my collar, has me climb out over the drivers seat on my hands and knees over to a tree.He boldly leaves me on my hands and knees while he. I guessed he meant to "take" my time, no true urgency, but he'd called and he didn't usually.I redoubled my pace."What?" I demanded as I burst into the study."Please review," he told me over the speaker. I went—well, ran, to be honest—around to see the laptop screen.It was a "breaking news" story on one of the on-line news services, something about a shoot-'em-up at some vacation spa. I almost said something to Spook when the dateline on the story belatedly registered in my mind.The Georgia. ?I’m your fucktoy. I’m your whore. I’m your own personal pornstar. I’m your fuckslave. i’m whatever you want me to need me to be. Fuck my pussy. Pop my cherry. You can fuck my ass, but you’ll have to clean me out yourself if you don’t want santorum on your cock because I’m just a little too chickenshit to give myself my own enema. You don’t even have to wear a rubber. If you trust that I’m on the Depo, I’ll trust that you won’t give me any gifts that I can’t return at the campus med center..