She finishes her beer, seductively licked her lips and the bottle top and then got out of the booth she was sitting in. She tried to straighten out h...r dress but it was a little difficult since it had become so clingy to her supple body. She was having a hard time walking from everything that had happened to her. She was walking very rubber legged. I waited for her to leave before I could even stand up. At this point I would not even be able to walk. As I sat there I thought that now was. He checked the hiding place, and the AR was there, but not the .45 auto, which the kids had had. He stood in the middle of the cabin, and tried to look for anything, any sign or anything out of place. Anything that might be a message from her to him. Nothing.He was almost crying by now, he was so shaken. He went back outside and searched the area near the cabin again, carefully and slowly, looking for broken branches or anything that might give him information. He was starting to have a sick. He understood her needs. A few of the others that she had allowed to play with her had not. They thought pain alone was her goal. They thought pain was enough, or that she craved pain.Those were not good experiences. She didn't yearn for pain. She wasn't seeking pain. She didn't crave pain. She craved ecstasy and release, and pain was the path to that paradise of pleasure.She had accepted Master's collar more than four years ago. He had helped her finish her studies and had used some of. I could hear porn playing in the booths. I went to a booth in the back corner. I took off all my clothes - even my shoes, and cracked the door, and sat there nervously, waiting.Then I heard heavy footsteps coming closer. Part of me was scared that the door would open and the guy would gay bash me. I could see him from the corner of my eye, looking in at me. Then the door creaked loudly as he opened it wide. He stood there staring at me, and I saw another guy come up behind him, craning his neck.