“Is that you Abby?”“Yes, it is!”“I’m in the kitchen!”Karen looked up to see the budding young woman who someday might be her daughter-in...law. “I thought you were working this afternoon?”“I was but there was a water main break on the road in front of the restaurant and we had no water so the manager closed us for the rest of the day. I took the bus and walked the few blocks home.”“I’m happy that you are here. Would you like to help me make a few batches of cookies?”“I’d love to help. I’ll go and. “He’s not what, Krys? Not beating you up or not your boyfriend?” I saw a little smile cross her lips. I took a deep breath. I figured the best thing, as strange as it seemed, was to tell her the truth. “He’s not really my boyfriend. Well, he is, but he isn't only that. He’s my master and I am his slave and he isn’t beating me up. He spanks my tits and ass for his pleasure. It’s a part of what we do…together.” My words came out in a stream and I stood before her, naked, my heart racing, my mouth. He smiled at me nervously holding the door open. I blew my smoke in his face as I brushed my tits past him getting in. He got behind the wheel and pulled away from the curb with the hottest dirty girl on Drouillard that night. Naturally I pulled out his cock as soon as we left. Without saying a word I started stroking him as we drove down the street. Then I casually went down and started choking myself with his cock. His driving started to suffer so he pulled over into the parking lot behind. Rachel’s heart raced and she smiled, spanking Jasmine’s bare ass.A squeak of surprise escaped Jasmine’s lips and they laughed together. She kissed the beautiful senator again, running fingers through her golden tresses. She inhaled her sweet perfume, sucked on her full, smooth lips. With the press of a button, the seat reclined. Jasmine ripped open Rachel’s blouse and kissed her chest. A moment later, her bra fell to the floor, revealing a pair of pale breasts. She opened her mouth and latched.