Amy?” he teased.“This is so awesome . . . being like this in front of you,” she said, wanting badly to rub her pussy.“If I wasn’t here right...now . . . what would you be doing?” he said pulling down his zipper and allowing the fabric of his boxers to burst through the opening . . . fully displaying the shape and size of his COCK hidden just barely underneath. She suddenly turned scarlet, but mumbled . . .“Getting myself off,” she whispered.“Do IT!” he shouted. “I want to see you rub that pussy. ?I tried my best to look apologetic and stammered, ?Yes, mistress, I am sorry. The traffic was bad and ???I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses, sub,? Wendy barked at me in her demanding Domme voice. I realized that despite my tiredness, her Dark Goddess had risen she was in the mood to play. ?Go outside, and return with the luggage trolley, and you better not keep me waiting? again.?I went back to the front door of our condo and went outside. Lucky for me, the luggage cart was close. . My sword drank it’s fill that day. I brought more than six men down. I would have escaped with glory and honor and without a wound, but in a moment’s pause I looked to my right and saw my young brother Oswald on his knees. A Norseman had struck him a glancing blow across the head and his helm and flown off. It was then I saw a sight that nearly broke my heart. My brother, stunned from the strike, looked up just in time to see the Norseman’s axe cleave his head in two. Eyes, and blood, and. M., a small bell sounded on a timer Smithershad set and my decision was at hand.Smithers acted as if I had already decided to press on. "I'msetting a second timer for 30 minutes, beginning now," he said."We'll be kissing during that time unless you want to quit yourlessons with me permanently."It wasn't extortion really. He was offering me a full choice. Achoice to give up something I loved because I couldn't pay theprice. The clock was running. Smithers rummaged in a drawer andextracted.