.. with returning to Her farming community, up in the mountains -- Her Realm. Aching for that state of complete mindlessness that took away all respon...ibility, all care, all thought. The slave found his cock getting hard again, as he recalled guiding a plow across a field, feeling with every step the soft skin of Mistress thighs, seeing Her eyes glowing, staring into his. He smiled, knowing he would soon have time for a short vacation, and could drive up there to serve Her again.But for now, he. I was on fire when dad told me that he will be back only on the 23 July morning.But all that fire was doused when mother told me about her inability to come. I was disappointed, but mother told me to hold on and not do ‘that thing masturbation. The rest of today and tomorrow (July 16) passed without much activity.The only thing which mother reminded me was to take ginger juice two times a day and a glass of milk at night, which kept me refreshed.July 17Today is the day” I thought. Today was the. It was announced in the newspaper.Two weeks later, Cheryl re-enter our lives. I say our lives since Francine and I were now all but married.I was pretty much a creature of habit. Each morning on the way to my office, I would stop at the local coffee shop and have toast and coffee as I caught up on the news. On this particular Monday morning I'd just sat down with my newspaper and breakfast when I heard a familiar voice, "Hello Ralph."My body went tense. I'd know that voice anywhere. Cheryl! I. A streak of black stayed in front of my tits. Back and forth it went from one to the other. A high speed film couldn't have recorded it slamming into me. But I didn't care about filming. I was too consumed with coming.Again my body betrayed me as I flopped back on the bed and the black blur went away."A nice beginning, Kate. Now slide up the bed and open your pussy for my cock."That I could do.Well, I thought I could, but the slippery satin had other ideas until finally I did an ungraceful crab.