I glanced at the clock it was 6:25, I guess I should get going,” I said. “Okay,” was his one-word reply. I thought about kissing him but since I...was leaving to meet another man decided better of that idea. I just smiled and asked, “Are you going to wait up for me?” “I doubt it,” Paul said I left without saying anything else. As I drove the family minivan to O’Neil’s those butterflies grew even larger and when I parked in the lot across the street my hands were trembling. I sat there for a few. I asked her if I still had time to come back home and watch him fucking her; but Ana smiled and said that the black guy wanted to be alone with her all night long: so. Ana suggested me to spend the night in a motel room…I could be back home by eleven if I wanted to find him there…The next morning I woke alone in a motel bed. It was early, so I had breakfast and about ten o´clock I returned home. I found there a very expensive car parked in our driveway. I turned around and parked up the street.. “Here Debbie, I thought this might come in handy tonight!” “Oh perfect Sara, this will work wonderfully.” I'm sure my eyes are bulging right now because I knew how Debbie liked to smack my ass. I was about to get it good, I thought. Debbie said to me in a stern voice, “you will have to learn your lesson slave, you must be ready your mistresses when they demand.” Smack, I jolt as the crop finds my ass. “Yes Miss Debbie, I did not think,” Smack! I jolted harder this time as Debbie cut me. On a warm summer day, she could still hear the steady rhythm of metal against wood as her Master split and stacked wood for winter. In the soft mountain breeze that brushed against her skin, she could still catch the salty scent of sweat and sun from his skin. And in the night, moments before sleep claimed her, she could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck, the firmness of his body stretched along hers, the slow brush of his lips across her forehead just before he whispered, ‘I love.