He was plunging in and out of her much faster than the last one and he could not keep his mouth away from her defenceless breasts, his tongue and teet... teasing her nipples to distraction. Anne moaned continuously as her firm young body was violated. His mouth was now on hers, his tongue laving the inside of Anne’s mouth. Her ankles were no longer being held, but she could not rise because of his weight pressing down on her. She realised that her ordeal would only finish when he, too, climaxed. Karyn nervously goes to the bed and sits down as directed.Mr. Krupp:Karyn, do you recognize the number 34672?Karyn is at first puzzled that this man knows her name. Who is this man? She then ponders the number he mentioned. In a flash of memory, she sees the number on her slave collar.She smiles exuberantly.Karyn: That was my slave number.Karyn can hardly contain herself, as Mr. Krupp pulls out some documents indicating he has purchased property # 34672. Karyn in her excitement. " *****They sat in the car saying little for the first half of the two hourdrive from Sacramento to San Francisco. Finally the tension got thebetter of her husband. He looked over at her as she drove the two yearold Ford sedan across the rolling hills of Northern California."Honey, thank you again for what you did. I mean not pressing charges."He paused to see if she would reply. She did not. "Aren't you going totalk to me at all," he said filled. “Let’s go somewhere private.” He suggested, as he takes her to the rear exit.She doesn’t resist. The attractive woman lays her trust on him as she can’t wait for what is next. They make their exit from the rear of the club, and enter the alleyway. The alleyway is filled with litter and steam, illuminated with one lamp that hangs over the doorway exit of the club.A sudden nerve works her up to kiss him. They become affectionate and passionate for each other. When they stop kissing, she looks at.