It looked like Paradise to the poor tortured Princess, a plain covered with lakes and trees, through which she must pass in order to reach the souther... tip of the country below, her ultimate destination.The descent was in many ways more of a trial than that long climb which she had barely been able to complete. One compensation for the perilous nature of the downward journey was the gradual slackening of the terrible cold. By the time she had reached the plain, her knees, hands, arms and body. She settled down with her hand lying on her arm and I idly reached out and stroked her right nipple. She watched as she started her explanation.'I'd heard a couple of things from a girl friend which didn't sound right and I figured that if anyone knew, Mum would. So I caught her one evening, you were at the rugby club with Josh, I think, and Mum had had a couple of drinks and seemed to be in a mellow mood. So I asked her about..., well, about masturbation, to be blunt. Martine, you know her,. ” There were noticeable gasps around the room, from the audience. “The man who bought me after I was separated from my parents taught me my place in life, and he did it with a broad leather belt! I was only fifteen, and he was a cruel son of a bitch. Seventeen years later, this beautiful young woman,” I placed an arm around Mistress, “rescued me from that sort of life. It’s been nine years, and I learned my place in her life, and I learned it in a much simpler, and much more pleasant, way.. ‘What – what are you doing?’ Sheila questioned, sounding partly disappointed that I’d removed my fingers, but also unsure what might happen next.I leant over the back of her, so my head was next to her's, my hard cock was resting against her bare buttocks ‘I want to fuck you’ I whispered in her ear.‘You – you mustn’t!’ she panted, but I was already stroking her pussy lips with my cock from behind, and she automatically responded by gyrating her hips backwards in encouragement- and at complete.