“Ah, here we are.”Grace felt the condom-clad tracker being pulled out. Xenia closed her legs and lowered them. She might have sighed with relief, ...ut she didn’t have enough breath she was strapped so tight. Somebody pulled her robe closed.“You stupid girl,” said Xenia, “how did you think we weren’t going to find it? We’ve got it anyway and now we have to interrogate you. Boris, give the scanner to the grunts and have them scan the cottage, just in case.”Grace heard Boris walk out. She could. Andrews cross. By the collar, she pulled me to my feet and pushed me against the wooden frame. She buckled my hands and legs and stood back to look at me. “Beautiful, try and move. You can’t really, can you? Nice. Well, I think that in order to initiate you into my world, I will have to show you what happens if you disobey me. It’s more so you know not to get me upset. Well anyway, you need to be pushed at least once a month. It can’t always be about pleasure, can it?”“Yes, mistress.”She smiled. He saw her profile 3 weeks before and had been steadily trying to woo her since. From the first moment finding her obvious innocence in the description of herself and her experiences he knew he had to have her. To his delight their subsequent emails and phone calls proved she was as interested as he was. His only concern was her lack of experience; he didn’t want to hurt her physically or emotionally. And then he saw her reclined on the chaise, asleep and looking alluring and innocent all at. She stood and watched him moving up and down on the floor.“How many?”“30,” he lifted up and wiped the sweat off. “Let’s go.”“She really did a number on you.”He shrugged.“Thanksgiving is coming up,” she said as they did their stretches.“That’s going to be fun,” he replied sarcastically.She laughed, “Oh God, it’s going to hurt.”“Yup,” he nodded. “I wonder what I’m going to get criticized about this time.”“Me too,” she nodded. They started running and she broached the subject of Jessica, “How did.