Her hands grab her slaves head harder as her hips move back and forth faster, harder until she cries out and her body shivers as she rides out the wav... of sheer pleasure.Amy on her knees eagerly laps up the wetness wanting to taste every bit of her Master’s cum moaning with pleasure and getting wet herself. She so wants to feel her Master inside her. Or feel her tickle her. The thought of her new Master tickling her almost undoes her.“That’s it little whore clean me up,” Ms. Jones tells her as. Stripping down and tossing his clothes on the floor of the closet he surveyed the blank walls of the loft. ‘Need to find some pictures,’ he thought to himself as he moved to the large open shower and turned the water on, surveying himself in the mirror he looked…tired…not weary, which had been the norm for last few months. Today it was simply tired from moving through the day, the day with Valerie. She was never far from his thoughts today and now stepping under the warm spray she came back to. The headlights of the bus supplied the only illumination. Steve watched the children walk in single file toward the bus. When about ten of them were more than half way, he was given the signal to walk toward the dark area from which the kids were emerging. As soon as he stepped into the shadows, his hands were pulled behind his back and cuffs were placed over his wrists. Then he was stunned by a blow to the back of his head which caused him to drop to his knees. A second blow rendered him. However, her being 5’6”, her blanket was a little bit small. “If, that blanket is too short or anything just come let me know and I’ll give you another one.” I said I could probably make it work, and thanked her again for picking me up and letting me sleep on her couch. “Of course, thanks for coming out here! I love getting to see you, and I’m so excited for tomorrow night!” With that she retired to her room. But, as she alluded to, the blanket was too short for me. I gave it the college try, I.