With no chance for intimacy, physical or verbal, I felt like we drifted away from one another. I told him this, during one of our few private moments,...and begged of him to move us to the cabin. I think he saw the desperation in me, as I could see the hardness of his jaw line soften, and his eyes take on a different light. "You've been in there, only the bedroom and kitchen are serviceable." He said, a tentative cast to his voice. "It's fine, we can make do…" I told him trying to kindle. Or anything. Just react, just respond, and just fulfill whatever requirement it is, no matter how big or how small it is. Do that, and you'll never have to worry about any punishments or recriminations in failing to do so," she'd further warned.I had already set my mind to doing just that. Master had met with me briefly, shortly after I had signed the contract, reminding me of what agreements had been made, though also assuring me he wouldn't ask or ever require of me to do anything he knew .... My apartment was on the 12th floor and it was a 2 bedroom apartment, just for me. The apartment was furnished and well laid out. I got to the apartment on a Friday and went straight to the bed. I was little tired and hit the bed. I had two rooms to select from, so I went to the master bedroom as it had an attached bathroom and a comfy bed. I had to figure out how to sort out my food for a month. I knew to do my bit in the kitchen so I was ok.As I arrived Friday afternoon, I rested for a while. She was so wet and tight around his cock that he knew holding back would not be easy, but he would have to do it at all cost. She started moving on top of him, grinding her hips and moaning with pleasure as his cock filled her. He watched her moving on top of him, her breasts swaying, her face showing her pleasure; she was so beautiful and sexy and he could not believe that this was actually happening, especially after the way he had behaved. "Oh god mistress, you are so wet and tight," he.