He will completely believe me. The choice is yours."A feeling of being dejected came over me. I sat there pondering my next move. I clicked on the rep...y icon and began to type. "You keep referring to this as a game. This is not a game Mrs. Graph, rather it is life. This is the lifestyle that was chosen for us. I was born to be your Master and you were born to be my Slave. You lack serious discipline Mr. Graph. Therefore tonight you will be punished. Tonight before you go to bed you will go to. Seeing that I was tipsy, Randy swooped me up in his armsand carried me to the room. He was not taking any chances. His rock-hardpenis needed relief.When you are drunk, sex feels so good. Randy was one of the larger boysif you know what I mean. I think if his good Catholic girlfriend was toexperience his gift, she might fight less with him. His stamina was oneof the house's best. My lingerie was what he bought for me. Honestly,keeping straight who bought what was one of the most complex parts of. She sucked greedily on his probing tongue, moaning into his mouth. She felt so hot and wicked and wet. Her legs went up to wrap around his waist, her hips wriggling underneath his.His hands quickly untied her bikini top and threw it aside. He cupped her firm breasts, squeezing them, teasing her nipples. Then suddenly, he pulled back from the kiss and asked her harshly “How many boys have you done this with Hunny, tell Daddy the truth!”Her big brown eyes met his, and she answered “No one,. Dron stepped off the ladder, wiped his hands on his jeans, and openly frowned at Frank. "Might as well." Want some company?" Frank asked, only to have Mr. Dron step past him to clean up the opened paint can he'd left on the ground."Don't think so."Frank stared at Mr. Dron's back for a long moment, and then stepped determinedly up behind him. "Well would you tolerate some company, then? I need a ride to town."Mr. Dron looked over his shoulder, raising a bushy eyebrow beneath his large hat.Frank.