‘Welcome back beautiful,’ he muses. ‘Wow, that was… that was…’ she stammers. ‘Just the beginning,’ he says, finishing her sentence f...r her. ‘So, can I do you now?’ She asks with a sly grin on her face. ‘All in due time, my love,’ he answers. ‘ I am the one that had to leave you, remember? The memory of our last night together was all I had until the emails started.’ ‘What ever are you talking about?’ She asks as she begins to blush a bit. ‘You know what emails I’m talking about,’ replied.. The large car swerved through the four-lane road as it disappeared haphazardly into the distant traffic. In a bout of karma the traffic ground to a temporary halt less than a mile later behind a large semi making a wide right turn. Taylors car pulled up to the same white SUV. Despite the changes wracking his body he rolled down his window. The man in the SUV turned towards him, rolling down his own window to continue his rant. The SUV driver’s face contorted and full of anger.Taylor leaned out. My public bone had to move just a little to fit the light inside, but I went slowly until I had four or five inches inside. At that point I began to move it in and out. I stopped every few strokes to massage my clit.I was so high that when I saw Marty watching me, I had a screaming orgasm for him to watch. My muscles clamped painfully around the hard plastic flashlight. I felt as though I was screaming, but I don't think the noise was as loud as I imagined. I know it sent my nervous system into. How long it will last for I don't know. Perhaps the rumours are wrong and nothing will change. Hopefully.What I would like my slave writer to include in the story with regards to Mrs Dougherty and her abuse will be as follows:I would like her tits tortured. Start off by having her hands behind her back standing on a stool naked. She will be just high enough for her tits to be above the level of my head. I will then brutally slap her tits back and forth. Next would come the cane. I would thrash.