Kettie was on the sofa with her shoes off and feet on the coffee table sipping a vodka."I figured we were good enough friends that I saw the vodka and...other bottles with glasses, so I got a little ice and here I am." If you wanted to get that friendly, you could have come in the shower with me." I wise cracked, my horniness coming out."Shall I leave you alone for a while?" she asked with a shit eating grin."No, I promise I'll behave myself, BUDDY!" I said sarcastically."I'm sure there are lots. Find her and catch her. Then they would capture her, take her back and make her a slave. Warp her mind until she wanted nothing more than to serve her masters, to obey and please them.STOP THAT!Elizabeth yelled to herself, trying to derail that line of thought. Not for the first time, she unfastened her pants and reached inside. Her pussy ached, and while it wasn’t as obvious now that she was soaked from the stream, her fingers found her slit moist and inviting.That was how they operated. They. When the loud horn quit blowing the sound of screeching, locked up tires filled Lynn’s ears. The crash was inevitable judging the distance of the truck at her grill. Lynn threw her arms upward. Expecting to be plowed over by an eighteen-wheeler and shielding her eyes from the blinding headlights. The last thing she thought about was … I didn’t fasten my seat belt! ‘Aaaaa!’ She screamed. Lynn sat with her arms up for a moment then began to scream again. As she lowered her arms from their. Alf said that the Major had wanted to end the ride a little earlier as he was expecting Lord Duckham at lunchtime, before he moved on to the mansion of the Duke of Westmoreland on the banks of Lake Windemere.As they were brushing down the two horses, Alf asked, “Is there anything wrong between you and Becky?”“That’s a funny question,” Jack said, feeling just a little guilty at avoiding telling Alf the facts. He hadn’t kept secrets before, although Alf had been wily enough to first detect his.