’ Bridget said, looking back to the small tablet she carried. ‘Grab a tray and eat, then we can get going. While you eat, I’ll talk, just so we ...an get the ball rolling.’ Lacie realized she was a little hungry, and quickly snatched some silverware and a tray off the table, carrying it outside once Bridget okayed it, then dashing back in for a glass of juice. Setting her breakfast on the table, Lacie swept the lid off her food, inhaling deeply as she gazed at the feast before her. Scrambled. Then you moved your lips to my ears. “You own my cunt, Master,” I felt you shiver as I held you tight against me, “use me…please?” I kissed you again and spun you back around. With another light slap across your ass – much softer this time – I slipped back into character. “I said you need to hurry, slut. What are you waiting for?” Twenty minutes later you walked back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around your long, blond hair and stood next to the bed. I slid down and stopped with my. I began to untie the string and pulled down the track but to my horror my brief came down with it. I quickly pulled it up in embarrassment as fast as I could and she unwrapped the towel from her head had handed me. I could see the time smile at corner of her lips and the shine in her eyes which was now fixed towards my manhood.– Was this your revenge? I asked her wrapping the towel around me– You had seen me naked and I saw you now. We are even dear come in my Frog Prince.I could not understand. I checked the barn, and the boathouse as well, with no sign of her. As I walked back towards the house, I saw someone standing in the attic window. It wasn’t Kristen, but a blonde-haired woman. She was dressed in one of the outfits we found the other day.I ran through the back door, and up the stairs. Making my way to the attic door. It was open, but the three times I had walked through there before, it had been closed.“Kristen!” I shouted. Looking up the dusty staircase that led up to the.