After a while i started hearing the sound of her boots again, followed by some vibration sound. I knew what was going to happen. My mistress was appro...ching with her favourite toys combo.She was wearing a 10 inch strap on dildo, open on the crotch to expose her wet and vibrating pussy.She had a vibrating egg inside her vagina, so she would feel even better while pounding me in the ass."surprise!" She smiled in amazement, while stroking that huge thing she was planning to feed my ass with.As she. " I trail off, unsure of what I want to ask for, just knowing I need him inside of me.He laughs at me. "You need what?"I feel myself flush as I try to formulate a response. I clamp my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between my legs, and his quick and sharp slap across my thigh quickly convinces me to open them again.I open my mouth to speak, but I'm still unable to come up with the words I want.In a rush, I blurt it out. "I need you inside me." Nothing. No response from him.I try. Maybe because she had to find herself. Maybe because I didn't make enough money: I'm a bartender. But you'd be wrong. Nor did she leave me because she was in love with somebody else. No, she swore she still loved me and only me; and, in her way I think that was true, and I am of the opinion it remains true even now.No, she left me because of a career move she felt impelled to make. She wanted to be a prostitute! Not forced to be, not blackmailed into it, not talked into it—well, there were. Lots of different ones. They went from the clearing in all directions, but I couldn’t find hers anywhere. I don’t know where she is.’ He ran his fingers through his hair. ‘But Bess, I found this.’ He held up a piece of severed rope. ‘I found it just on the edge of the clearing. Bess, they must have tied her when they took her.’ I sat quietly for a moment. It was obvious she’d been caught, most likely tied. Knowing Blondie and the noise she makes, they’d probably have had to gag her too. Poor.