She had never in her life seen or heard of anything like what had just happened on the bed.Turning to Cathy, Cindy asked, "Slave Cathy, who is this?"C...thy grinned and said, "Mistress, I thought I might take advantage of being in New Orleans, so early this morning I went down to the slave auction here, since it's one of the largest in the country. I'm sorry, Mistress, but I must have arrived late. This is all that was left."She went to her mother and ran her fingers over her body saying, "This. At least he read books, which is a rarity in this day and age. I appreciated that about him. He was a thinker and one of the few teachers I’d met who could carry on a conversation, wasn’t halfway autistic, too weird, too alcoholic, or a pedophile ... Or all those things... He also shared my affinity for exercise, walking, and we went out walking around the track for evening exercise, about 2 or 3 nights per week.(Something about Tony I’d noticed, though, which was odd, was how afraid animals. I felt the first smallsquirt of fluid begin to spread across my panties.She climbed into the driver's seat and we began our journey home.Chapter 9A "Hitch" In Our Travel PlansWe stopped at a rest area about half way home. Just as Mistress Ellenpulled into a parking space, a convertible wheeled in beside us. It wasMistress Lisa. She smiled and waved at us. She was dressed in cut-offs,T-shirt and that familiar ball cap."Hi roomie," she yelled to Mistress Ellen as she climbed out of the car.The. Seeing how tense things had been on the trip up, I wasn't that keen but I could tell Claire wanted to go so we agreed.Angela had moved into a small 1 bedroom apartment not far from the school she was working at. It was not much of an apartment, a small kitchen and living area that had a futon couch and a small tv that had no reception and was only there so Angela could watch some DVDs on. A tiny bedroom and bathroom were off the lounge. We met her there and then went to a nearby diner for.