I can be those things to you if that is your wish, but, before all else, I am your devoted slave." What do you want me to do, Olivia? Abuse you? Tie y...u up? What?" I think that's her point, David. It isn't what she wants. It's about what you want!"Dave looked over to his sister for a minute, obviously still confused."Okay, fine. I'll show you."Jenn rose from her seat and moved a little away from the table."Olivia," she said, putting some authority in her voice. "Get over here! Now!"She pointed. “Then let me do what I want to do.” He tried to kiss her.“Fuck…No” she ran towards the bed.He bolted the door from inside and came towards her. He looked at her with lust in her eyes.He came over her, held her hands and kissed her. Her resistance gave way to his hands. Their lips were soon indulged in hide and seek game while his hands played with her 36C tits. He held her up and made her sit on his lap so that he could reach her top and pull it out. They stopped for a second and continued. ” “Yes, Mistress,“ said Andy, “yes, Mistress Pussy Kat, My one and only Mistress Pussy Kat.” Hold on here. MY wife is HIS one and only Mistress Pussy Kat? What? “That’s right, Slave,” said Kat. Or perhaps Mistress Pussy Kat said it; I’m not entirely sure who. Kat reached for the pendant switch box, and I had to pass it to her. She righted the chair and stepped off, Andy moaning in frustration the whole time. As she climbed off of him, I saw for the first time the size of Andy’s cock. It was. Roger worked several days getting his machine set up to generate electricity. Roger used one of the chain saws he found in the trailer to cut down some trees for lumber to make a flume. He lined the trench he dug from the stream to the head of the flume with rock and he was set. Roger made a lot of the lumber the old fashioned way—splitting it off by hand. It took an hour or longer to split one board from some of the trees but he was already in the conservation mode for his precious gasoline..