From her angelic face, long, flowing blond hair to her cute little, painted toes. I then leaned in and start kissing her between her breasts, downward...in a straight line. I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her heady nectar. I kissed my way down to her clit and kept going south, kissing every fraction of an inch down her pouting lips as I pushed her legs higher so I could finish with a fat kiss on her perfect little anal rosebud. I ran a flat tongue from her asshole up over her clit, inhaling. After dinner we all sat in the library, talking about money. I excused myself long enough to go in the kitchen and visit with Gerta and Hans. Gerta told me that Grace and Jane had driven to Bolling for the weekend, and that Mama had given them the keys to the apartment my parents kept there. For some reason, this seemed to upset both Gerta and Hans, and I didn't know why. Normally, I would have just asked Gerta what was wrong, but this time I didn't. It didn't matter that I didn't ask her. She then put on her boots and coat, opened the door just enough to slip out and headed across the dark deserted parking lot toward the truck stop. It was still snowing lightly but she felt confident that the roads would be open later this morning.Unbeknown to Callie, she did not manage to slip out of the truck without waking Doug as she had planned. The opening and shutting of the door turned on small lights in the cab that broke into his dreamy sleep instantly bringing him awake. He listened. She ran to the bathroom, it seemed like her collar was a very effective tool. I decided to supervise her progress. I watched as she sat on the toilet seat and worked her pussy up in a lather with shaving cream. As she shaved, I used her camera to take pictures of her, after deleting the pictures of me of course. After she finished I told her to bring her newly bald slut slit over to me for inspection. She did an adequate job; I then told her that her duties as my slave would start now. I took.