“Who the fuck do you think you are, you trashed out bitch,” he yelled.“I think I’m the guy who’s going to pull your nut sack out through you... mouth if you don’t fuck off right now!” I yelled as I pushed him back, this was followed by me getting punched in the face they then moved in on us trying to separate me and Jackie. I was starting to punch them back but was met with the same retaliation from the slavers, and I could feel Jackie’s hand slipping from mine.Suddenly I heard a shot ring out. I worked the lather across my king’s perineal floor and entered the deep abyss between his buttocks until I reached his anus. I worked the lather around one finger to make it very slippery, and with the utmost gentle care, I slowly slipped my finger through, to feel the soft, slippery texture inside his body, and the intense heat from his internal processes at work. I removed my finger to wash and rinse my hands, and then reapply the bubbly lather and work it into a froth. As I caressed his. Cooper was due in only half an hour. I swept my skirts off the bedand made sure my laces were tightened. The high heels of my boots ensuredmy skirts didn't sweep up any dust from the wooden floorboards. I re-tiedmy apron at the back, before retrieving my key again, which I used tolock the door. I'd already lit the fire in the kitchen that morning, andit didn't take much preparation to have the ladies' breakfast ready toserve. I sliced an apple and boiled porridge, mixing it with a smallamount. She was still stunningly beautiful, even though her breasts now had dents in them and she needed all her expertise as a makeup artist to hide the bags under her eyes.“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll step out and get some shopping in.”“Shopping? We’re dining out! I won’t sleep THAT long!”“No, I mean just the essentials. I didn’t bring tea, we probably want some jam and crackers in the morning, stuff like that. I’ve checked the kitchen: it’s nearly empty. Say, did you see a complimentary gift basket.