You have your instructions, reply to this and state any questions you have then.Your MasterFrom: [email protected]: [email protected]...ct: Re: This weekendDear Master,I am so excited about this weekend and I’m sure it will be well worth the wait. I have made sure my schedule is completely clear, you own me this weekend, as you always do. I have only one question Master. Are you going to hurt me?Your SlaveFrom: [email protected]: [email protected]: Re: Re:. We both started to get under the covers and our heads resting on the pillows. My hands down at my side while I'm shivering like it's negative 80 degrees in my room from being so nervous. "What could possibly happen now," I thought. It was my turn. "Truth or dare" he asked. "Dare" i said. "I dare you to do whatever you've wanted to do to me for a minute." My mind, being filled with a list of things to do, made me ask "what if there are two, can I split them into 30 seconds each?" He laughed and. .and he gave sissy a right scare, too!!!"(This time, it was more of an evil cackle... just like last night!)Ah yes, LAST night!Brutus is her favourite stud... its not his real name, of course,though her nickname for him is well-chosen... he's 7 feet 2 inches ofsolid muscle, with shoulders as wide as mistress' bed, and a cock aspowerful and as relentless as a jackhammer.Or... so Mistress tells me!In truth, if last night were any indication... and, indeed MOST nights,it is SHE who wore HIM out.... The barmaid put it between us... smiling. No, not really. Actually smirking a really dirty cheeky grin, that insolent brat. The girl took one of the straws. “May I?” I nodded, and let her take a long sip. She softly wrapped her lips around the straw all the while still looking into my eyes. There was fire in her eyes. She smiled when she let go off the straw. “What's your name?” she asked, letting me hear her angelic voice for the second time that evening. It took me an artistic second of.