At least I hope I can call you my friend. Although with all that I dumped on you about my life in my last letter I'm concerned that you might not want...to receive another letter from me.With that in mind I want to say that I will do my best not to revisit the dark side of my life with you. Instead I'll try to focus more on the wonderful things that have happened to me since I joined the family of Master Will, and Mistress Marissa. One of those is the person of Veronica, my daughter. She signed. After 24 months of fucking in every room in the house, most of the yard outside it and trying most other standard sexual thing, sex had started to grow routine lately. So the idea of trying this again sounded awesome to me!She led me back the hall, past the stained wall outside the guest bath and into our Master Bedroom. “Strip,” she commanded as she walked across the room and into my closet and pulled out our toy box. There really isn’t much in it. We have some handcuffs with padded. Passion built and would not be denied so Benita picked up the tempo of the fuck to a savage pace. The timeless drumming of headboard against wall announced that passionate sex was taking place in this room. The slapping of bodies, squeaking of bedsprings coupled with moans and cries of passion completed the unmistakable sexual orchestra. ‘Nita, what do you think you’re doing in there!’ Elaine demanded indignantly as she banged repeatedly on the door. ‘None of your business, Mother!’ Benita. Part of the point of being punished is that orgasm is denied, or at least delayed significantly. I have forgotten to even wonder what I did wrong, and am lost in the moment, giving my Master pleasure. Suddenly, the blindfold is ripped off, and Master roughly pulls me to his lap. "Good girl. Part of being an obedient slave is knowing that I don't have to explain myself." He gently reaches behind me, unties my wrists, and then helps me straddle him. He lowers his head to my nipples, and.