? shorts, she guessed, lots of cut-offs, Levi's, a couple of sweaters, all her T-shirts and her down jacket for cold nights. Nothing fancy... nothing ...eminine, certainly.Tomorrow she'd be there, making herself at home in the rustic cabin, or summer home as Ed called it. Hmmm, better take an extra blanket; I don't remember seeing any heater in there.Bartholomew's Kennels was posted at the entrance to the gravel road by a wooden sign hanging from a pair of heavy chains attached to a post, its. I was drunk.’ ‘And how special was she?’ ‘I might ask you the same about Karen. Your girlfriend know you took her home last week?’ ‘No, you can’t and no, she doesn’t. Anyway, I just drove her home because she was a little drunk. We never did anything. Shit, that’d be like fuckin’ my mom.’ ‘Hey, it’s probably better that you didn’t. I hear older women expect a lot from their lovers. You wouldn’t even know where to start.’ Dave made a swing across the bar at Jake. ‘I suppose you know what she. I closed the door behind me. Leaving Stacy, alone hanging like that. CHAPTER: 8 BATH TIME FOR THE SLAVE It took me an hour and ten minutes to eat and do what I told Stacey I'd do. Actually I was so immersed with myself that I forgot all about Stacey's situation. I wonder if she managed to keep her balance for the whole seventy minutes,poor girl. I went down to the kitchen and grabbed a box of chocolates and a small glassof water. Then I headed for the dungeon. I opened the dungeon door and saw. When my peak faded I could still feel my son moving in my pussy even as his cock began to shrink, at last Victor rolled off me and I lay panting and shaking, unable to control the tremors that ran through my body or my ragged, over-excited breathing, beside me my son sat up and I sensed that he was looking down at me, turning my head I looked up at him with glazed eyes."You are fantastic." Victor smiled down at me, his chest heaving from his exertions.The whole situation was bizarre, here I lay.