She’s breathing heavier already and I close my mouth over hers, but only for a moment. She pulls away and I think I’ve blown it. Fuck, what did I ...o? “Take my dress off,” she whispers the order. Her smile melts me and I can’t resist. I slide her dress up over her head and off. Then I lay back on her and take my right hand down between her thighs. I slide my fingers under her panties and slowly rub her pussy, fingering her clit and getting moans from her. She’s already soaking wet and she. She wouldn't really mind with most of them, but still... But it was via those Lakers Girls that Anna got the bulk of the information that she was going to need. Naturally, she started attending as many Lakers' games as possible, and took every opportunity to socialize with the unofficial players' harem. They turned out to be quite nice girls, really. They couldn't quote Shakespeare or name two South American countries, let alone dance, but they were great at smiling artificially and giving. How right he was!Yesterday was a rainy day here in the Stockholm area and it was relatively easy to sneak out to pick the thorn branches. I selected five of them of various sizes and soon got back home without anyone noticing me. My punishment was to be 48 hard strokes and I started by smearing the thorns with tiger balm. In this way the balm would be pressed into the open wounds with each stroke and add to my pain. I had tried a very small portion of it on my clit the night before so I. The Choice to leave Him and the country or to sign the papers that proclaimed I was a slave. By that time there had been no question.That had been 4 months ago, four months in which I had learned to be naked at all times, to have no privacy, to move about on his leash and obey every command. Now I served him in every way, cooked his meals, served his drinks, cleaned his boots and obviously fulfilled all his sexual demands. But in all those months I had never left that ranch. I suddenly dawned.