She was such a fool. There was no way things between them could be salvaged. The specter of Patrick Hurst would always be between them. Even if they t...ied to carry on as though things were normal, they would always know, each of them would always remember exactly what set French apart from Aidan. Her history, and his, were facts of life and wouldn’t change just because they wished them to. Seeing Patrick Hurst had brought the insecurities she had thought long-buried roaring to the surface of. I always stroked her asshe ate. She enjoyed the stroking, but I was really probing the testareas on her skin.After two weeks, I believed Rasher was lonely for her own kind, and gaveher to a nearby petting farm - in return for intimate visiting rights -I still needed to stroke her.- - - -Corinda phoned us after one of the periodic consultations."I am sorry, Fifi ... It seems the old scar tissue is being obstinate. Ihave examined your latest scans and the scar tissue is not retreating asquickly. AAAHUUU I came and jerked like a mad women. I got down, put off the gas-and he made me lie on the floor.I came on top of him, held his cock and said, “I WILL FUCK YOU NOW HARISH… JUST LIE STILL”. I guided his hard cock in my wet cunt. It was tight and MMM… it felt great. I started to move up and down and slowly.The moves got faster and faster And Harish too was stroking his libido to match the rhythm of my movements . “OOHHAA AAA YES AAOOHH YES I LOVE IT HARISH…….HARISH…I LOVE IT…OOHHH FUCK ME. As for herself, slave ? she?d glimpsed what Master Kyle had tried to tell her that first night: that she could find victory in her humiliation, that she could find pride in her slavery. For more than a week after her recovery, slave found Master Kyle treating her like she was going to break. It was weird, but she began to resent that fact he didn?t seem to want to whip her, or piss in her mouth, or fuck her face. It all started to seem so pointless, so lifeless and, one evening, she told him.