I let it go.After the feds were gone and all the girls involved in the day's events were back in my living room, I offered to help them forget. Surpri...ingly, Renée flat out refused. "I wanted something special from you Ral. Now I have it." She rubbed her neck but had a grin. "I'm alive, thanks to you."The others agreed. No one wanted to suppress or forget what had happened. Chloe's reasoning didn't help Erin's opposing view though, "Why would I want to forget how Master chased Renée through. I’m glad I’m alone and it’s dark, I can’t dance and I’m a bad singer.No one else answered his thought, so he had to agree to himself. He did that with a grunt and then he closed his eyes.There was no transition. The raging shadows didn’t retreat. The thick, liquid smoke darkening the sky didn’t slowly dissolve and the conflagration didn’t gradually diminish before the black flames finally expired. No, a door was slammed shut and...It was a mild spring day, only a few clouds were traveling. You know your husband will take care of you. You moan as that split second passes, and you realize he wasn't going to use a condom anyway. He slides his cock into your very wet pussy and you are fucking thrilled as he fills you. He reminds you that he doesn't give a fuck about you as he immediately pounds you like your husband used to. He slaps your ass, pulls your hair, and calls you a filthy whore. He doesn't stop fucking you like that for what feels like eternity. You have already cum more. About your father." Yes, he's head gardener for Lord Asbury. I worked there from the age of 16 until a few years ago, then I fancied having a go on my own, on a smaller scale." And how is that working out for you, Ben?" I'm just about making enough to get by. I have a small, regular client list, but obviously there's less to do in the winter, so I have to pick up whatever casual work I can get. It can be hard sometimes, but I like the independence." Well, we'll be happy for you to come here.