Paul was busy and that’s the way he liked it. A favorite project of his was coming to a close that evening. It was bittersweet, because of all his w...rks-in-process, this one meant the most to him. It was more important than the Peoria project, or the related lawsuit. It took priority over Glenda’s job. It was a labor of love, so to speak. At the outset, all had seemed bleak. Careful, well-thought-out steps had changed that around. He was proud of his part in it, but he was really only an. She got her cloths and put them back on as I pouted a little. I put on my jeans and pulled a polo over my head and slipped it on. Then we went down and I made coffee. She didn’t have a lot of time to eat so I made some peanut butter toast for us.“Do you remember when you first had peanut butter toast?” I asked. She looked up at me and thought, then it hit her, “It was with you wasn’t it? When we lived in the neighborhood at college. I had come over to your house and asked to come in. I wanted. I must have fucking hit her 40 times! Ugly red welts were already forming and her face covered in tears. Small trickles of blood were even starting to appear on her ravaged ass. Sitting back down?my pussy inches from her mouth her beautiful eyes pouring tears?I cut the tape away and ripped it from her face and carefully pulled out the soaked panties?.I also unscrewed the nut holding her collar to the chair.?Now whore I whispered will are you ready to obey?? ?Lisa ?she whimpered?please oh oh. She played with me for an hour until I could not beg anymore, I wanted tocumm but when she would feel me getting close she would stop and startpetting me caressing my thighs and murmuring softly in my ear that I amher favorite pet and I am absolutely glowing with her inside me.It was slow torture and she knew it. Looking at her I knew it that it wasmaybe equal with what she had felt a few days ago and I was passingthrough it, but me I did not want to rein in my desires but wanted to begher for.