‘Well, you’ve been a great help. We should get out of here before the guards corral the animals.’ They started towards the back when footsteps e...hoed from the direction they were going. A flashlight beam illuminated the hall around a corner. ‘Blast, a guard! Make a break for it, back this way.’ Misty whispered. She grabbed both their hands and ran back towards the lab. Cynthia, having gotten even more docile, stumbled at the sudden change in direction and speed. Misty, gripping Dave in a vice. . I like that. No problem. Your slave happily obeys, Master. She slept with wrist tied to the top of the bed, blindfolded and his cock buried deep in her ass with his arm draped over her tits. He woke early Monday morning slowly pulling his semi-hard cock from her ass. She moaned and wiggled her ass but did not wake. He just got out of the shower into the bedroom to dress for work when his cell phone vibrated. Good morning my sweet little slave wife. Good morning Master. Miss me? Terribly when. About an hour after we started, Vickie said hold on. I have to pee. She said, can I use the saddle room”? I said sure, go ahead. She walked in and closed the door. I waited a second and then curiosity took over. I went to the knothole and peeked in. Her back was to me and she was squatting with her shorts and panties pulled down to her knees. I could see the pee hitting the hay. She had a paper towel from my bench in her hand to wipe with. I reach in my jeans and began feeling my cock. She was. Something was bothering her. I waited til we reached the bedroom before I said anything. My next words would shape the rest of my life. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to get it right. Rather than bluntly ask what was bothering her, I left it to her to shape the conversation. I said, "Now would be a good time to ask."Have you ever noticed how just about anything can be phrased as a question? Through the years, Sheila would find all of them. Eventually I would only need to say the word "Now.".