The truck pulled into his drive way. We made our way into the shed turned man cave that sat in his front yard. I turned as soon as we were in the door...and wrapped my arms around him. We looked at the mirror mounted on the wall and saw two people that looked as if they would never even speak to one another. He stood a short 5'6", his hair was buzzed on the sides but long and shaggy on top. I joke with him, calling it a "military-emo cut". He had a muscular build, without his shirt, which even. She did not know the woman, a fifty year old native of the country who spoke no English. She contented herself by uttering their word for "Thankyou" - one of the half dozen words she had ever needed to know - in a clear voice which carried to all listeners. The next was 10343 and she said thank you in English, since this woman, who would be under her control later in the day, was American or perhaps Canadian. To the last, Sandra, she said in the same clear voice "Thank you Sandra for flogging. They were well over one inch but she knew her Master would never stop having her stretching them more. Also she put clamps on her cunt lips and put weights on them to stretch them further. She hoped maybe one day they’d become so long they’d dangle between her thighs. A last suction cup went over her clit, to prolong it and to keep Susan horny. Then she turned one her computer and waited for her Master to come online.A long time ago Susan decided that she was not worthy of ever really being a. “So are you a mechanic Kyle?” she asked as Kyle seemed to doing most of the work with Brin handing him tools when requested.“Nah. But I was bought up on a farm and daddy didn’t have any money to pay mechanics so he did his own repairs to the farm machinery and I had to help. Learned a lot from that old boy when he wasn’t giving me a whupping,” Kyle looked Michelle’s way and smiled.“This reminds me of one time when I was boy and we were all going to church dressed in our Sunday best and dad’s.