But no, that wasn’t good enough. He had to pass in the limited emergency lane on a long bridge and then had to have a go at the truck driver who was...doing the legal limit. If I had my way he wouldn’t be in this court, he’d be on a spit roast doing a slow turn over my barbecue pit at home. He caused the crash and he should pay for the damage he’s done. I know it’s him because I got a very good look at him in my mirror when he went by.” I sit there staring at him.Gulping harder the lawyer sits. "Hey, babe," I greeted."Oh, hi, Kristi," Ashley muttered and blushed guiltily."What?" I asked, frowning. "And why are the pink sheets on the bed?" I ... uh ... spilled red wine on the sheets," she answered. "Sorry, I'm washing them now. I don't think there will be a stain." Oh, that's okay," I said and kissed her. Ashley broke the kiss, and quickly went back to making the bed. I suppressed a sigh. "So, did Rick come over?" Yeah," Ashley answered, breathless, a smile playing on her lips. "He .... .."her"! How they are enjoying some nice food, a nice meal in a fine dining establishment, on money that she worked hard for. Laughing, chatting, probably flirting and touching each other's hands, other people looking at them, and thinking "what a nice couple". She wondered if they might run into anyone they knew, and shuddered at the thought of it.Just as she had shuddered with latent pleasure mixed with intense hurt as she helped dress her Master for this date earlier in the evening. Helping. I assured them both I wouldn’t.I could feel Linda’s eyes on me as Heather slid out the butt-plug.I jumped up to the toilet and expelled the enema.Heather told me to clean myself, the enema supplies, and the plug, after which I should meet them back out in the living room.I went out there and saw Cara was eating breakfast in the kitchen where I had left a setting for her. She smiled up at me with a mouth full of eggs and waved. I smiled back and wished her good morning.“I assume you’ve been.