But she couldn’t love. It wasn’t even love that prompted her decision to leave. She wasn’t trying to protect him or spare him any pain. Sure, i... would hurt him when she left. It would sting him for a moment, probably. Ern was too sentimental anyway, so in a way, it was his own fault. But it would only be the emotional equivalent of a small flesh wound. He didn’t know real pain. In the morning she would give him one more time. She would allow herself one more time with him. One more time to. .Driving to my new adventure and lifestyle caused a tingle of excitement to shoot through me. I was still wearing the chastity belt and even with its’ restrictive confinement of my pussy and ass, I could derive small sensual pleasures rubbing against the firm leather strap. I was so wet and hot and hoped Master was as horny as I was. I felt a huge disappointment as I turned down our street and did not see Master’s car in the driveway. He was really testing my faithfulness as a slave. It had. ..He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship sank.He soon found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas and coconuts.After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore.In disbelief, he asks, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?"She replies, "I rowed over from the other side of the island where I landed when my. " And she started to dig into her basket. Why did everyone worry about my weight?A Moment later my nostrils flared, as the wonderful odor of home-fried chicken wafted my way. "I always carry lots of food with me when I go. I got into the habit with my grandchildren, and just never seem to remember that I can't eat it all." Visions of someone poisoning pigeons in the park suddenly flashed through my eyes. But it smelled soooo... good... "Would you like a cold drumstick?" I listened to my.