Imoaned as pleasure began to course through my being.Within a minute, I had reached the apex of my pleasure.She switched my toy off.“Thank you, ...istress,” I said.“You deserved your reward for this delicious meal,” shereplied. “Go and put your playsuit back on.”“Yes, mistress,” I replied, as I moved towards thechair where I had left my suit.After I had put my playsuit on, I returned to herbedside in order for my mistress to zip up my back andsecure. "Animal feed, Ma'am; 'Lean Pig Meal' it's called. It has lots of calories,and the beast's fed four large shovelfuls morning and night. It feeds and drinksfrom the trough set in the front gate of its stall, Ma'am; and from its nose-bag,of course. Oh; and a slave cleans out its pen about once a month; it's almostdue, Ma'am" Sonia gingerly picked up a handful of the pig-meal in her gloved hand andsniffed at it. "Ugh!" she exclaimed in disgust, tossing it back intothe sack. "Not terribly. Just that certain dominant kind of feel. I gave him my number, and we said 2pm, Saturday. He texted me on Saturday morning and said White shirt, no bra, white panties, black skirt, stilettos. Dont fuck around. It was the outfit I was wearing the first time wed slept together. I complied. I dont know why, but I did. He turned up and knocked on my front door. Id spent an hour putting on the right clothes, putting on the right shoes, putting my make up on. I was nervous. The anxiety was turning me. As a First Centurion of a cohort of cavalry, Milesus had personally planned and carried out hundreds of ambushes, and he was experienced in all the contingencies that might unfold. As Milesus charged across the field, he was making mental notes of whether or not he would need a "mop up" action after this pursuit was over. This was all a routine operation for Milesus. .................................. As Lydia closed on the fourth Aquitani, she readied her lance. The.