As she watched the scene on the stage she thought the bench was lowfor a man to use this slave comfortably either in her pussy or ass. Perhapsshe was ...ust to be whipped or a crop used on her. But, then why the oil, whichappeared to be special; even away from the stage the aroma was pungent andstirred forgotten memories in her mind. While the younger slave was being preparedthe Master had not stirred in the shadows. Standing still but letting his beingcontrol His slaves on stage. As she finished. She hands me a pink brief, lets me put it on and then calls me over to the chair and sits down again. "Come here, Davey. Or, should I figure out a girly name now that you are wearing panties? Put your hand up above your head and come here. Now."Once I get to her, she places me over her lap, slowly pulls the panty off and drops them in the hamper. I notice it has become a bit fuller. With my ass cheeks fully exposed yet again, she proceeds to spank me several times with her open hand, then opens. After a particularly long and hard day's work, the rancher's widow said,"You've done a really good job and the ranch looks great. You should gointo town and kick up your heels." The hired hand readily agreed and wentinto town on Saturday night.He returned around 2:30 am and, upon entering the room, he found therancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting forhim.She quietly called him over to her. He stood unsteadily before her, lookingjust a tad disheveled from his. "Actually, the lack of sex is what makes you do strange things," she suggested."I'd like to be able to blame it on that," said Bob."I thought it was wrong for so long that it always hung over me. But we did it so long that it just felt normal after a while." Can I ask a question? It's kind of personal." Why not? Things have been pretty personal already." Did you ever get pregnant?"The inference was clear. If she had gotten pregnant, she hadn't kept the child. One way or another."No," she said..