I heard you two last night. Twice. Did you two really make love twice and spend over an hour doing it?’ ‘Yeah, we did, Sara. Romantic sex takes a...long time. Getting there is as good as getting there, if you take my meaning.’ ‘Oh . . .’ Sara was silent for the rest of the trip, thinking about what Peg had just said. When we got to IHOP, Mandy was waiting for us. She was about five-six with a trim build that was getting just a little round at the edges. She looked to be in her mid-forties.. I worried for quite some time about including this. There is some mild violence – this is the ONLY example of SM in my story – and I’m not sure how it will be received. By way of explanation, I don’t plan my writing, my characters just take me along and this is where they went! It did, however, serve several purposes. It allowed me to discover how it felt to write this sort of thing (not very happy – is there some of this in all of us?) and it allowed the characters to develop their feelings of. Let me know how You missed me so.”“Master, I have missed You. I have been longing for You, needing You. Oh Master, can You not tell?” She grounded her hips against His palm as she felt His fingers stroke her inside. The wave built once more. She could feel it simmering right there on the brink.She gulped for air as her body went higher in ecstasy. He growled as He felt her slick walls grip His fingers.“SLUT! That’s it My whore. FUCK MY FINGERS!! FUCK THEM HARDER!” He began to plunge. To say he was blown away was an understatement. She looked up and he could feel her blue eyes looking straight at his soul and grabbing it for keeps.“I though you weren’t going to show up.” She said, almost sounding like she was sulking.“I’d be stupid not to, when my mistress calls, I answer.” He replied. To which she smiled quite brightly.She pulled him by the waistband of his pants signalling him to kneel before her to which he immediately did.“I like it when you kneel in front of me,.