But I being the dome and responsible for any of my pet.I decided to follow her (my only mistress) words: “All good things come to those who wait.”...I pulled myself away from her – leaving her alone, humiliated, empty and horny.She looked at me pleadingly and began, “Dr. Robbins-”I cut her off with a smirk, saying: “Shall we go back to the program?”She looked at me, puzzled. She couldn’t fathom the events that had transpired a couple of moments ago. To calm her, I skimmed my hand across her. When she said "sexy"she pulled me in, leaving her cock down my throat and mashing her ballsagainst my chin. "Here it comes, Stacey! Get ready for my hot steamyload!"She pulled back until only the head of her cock remained in my mouth. Icaught a quick breath and closed my lips back around her cock. I usedone hand to keep stroking as much of her shaft as I could while the otherhand cupped and massaged her balls. The whole time my tongue wasswirling around her cock head. Then she erupted.I. The thudding shock of her face hitting the stone floor was the first thing she felt. As the painful throbbing grew, she realized that her legs were suddenly bound together, though she knew they hadn’t been when she left the table. She twisted, ignoring the ache in her jaw, and discovered the reason: the thin end of a leather whip curled around her immobilized ankles, its other end held taut by a threatening bulk obscured by shadows.In a panic, she untangled the whip and again leapt for the. His voice was deep and rhythmic, but he spoke quietly, just above a whisper. You had to keep very still and absolutely silent to hear him speak. ‘My brother, Bill built fences,’ he started, ‘so very long ago. He built his fences all the same: horse high, pig tight…’ ‘And bull strong,’ someone whispered as the old man paused. ‘And bull strong,’ he replied. ‘For half the year he built fences, cutting the wood from the old Bois-de-arc trees along the river bed. The wood was hard and strong,.