Racing to the door I was surprised to see that there were several feet of snow on the ground. Well, I wasn’t going anywhere for a bit.I smiled I...went back in, I wasn’t going anywhere soon and not many were going to come here. It would take some serious snow gear plus a sturdy vehicle to get to me now. Sitting back down I pulled out the back up going back to work.That seemed to be my day for the next few days, get up, eat, then work. Though that all changed on the fourth day after I. “You know what Mistress wants you to do so next do it cumslut” and tugged harder on the rings “Assume the milking position.” I knelt on all fours at her feet. I did so with my ass in the air. Mistress put rubber gloves on and smeared them with lube and lubed my hole."now to get rid of all that nasty milk “ a shot glass was placed underneath my shackled penis and Mistress inserted one finger moving around until it pressed against my prostrate rubbing and massaging until a dribble of semen came. My words fail me in my ineptitude.." She looks into his eyes and beams the most disarming smile at him- he is in her spell. She notices their reflection in the windows at the back of the chapel; a Gonzaga woman in casual dress in public courtship with a black officer. Not good. She tells him of 'the chateau', a small in-law cottage nearby as a more appropriate setting for 2 adults. "You probably haven't slept well in weeks, your spine is twisted terribly. You need a back treatment. I have a. I opened it and began to look through the stack of pictures that were inside. I stared at each one stunned as if I hadn’t even been there when they were taken. I couldn’t believe they were of me, each one more pornographic than the previous one. He noticed my concern. ‘Don’t worry hon, no one’s going to see them. Now, I could sell them for a lot of money, and maybe we will later if you want, but we can make a hell of a lot more in other ways right now,’ he said still beaming from ear to ear. I.