People start drifting into the head lights."Do you need to take a break?" Holiday asks a little over eager, I think he wants a chance to drive again."...aybe to stretch my legs." I give him a half grin. I roll my shoulders as I open the door and jump down. This thing is high off the ground."Everyone was well, back at the Compound?" Saber asks."Yep." Then I elaborate for the masses. "It looked like everyone who could hold a weapon was manning the wall. But then Thanos got out and jumped around. He had been sweet and patient, doing nothing but kissing her for nearly an hour. Her lips and cheeks felt raw from his stubble, but it had felt even better than the book had said. The way he tickled and teased made her melt into a puddle on his lap. She had no idea kissing could be so much fun!The compulsion to rub herself against him grew as she'd melted. He'd noticed at one point because he raised his leg to make it easier for her. The more she had done it, the more her body responded until. Her gaze settled on my riding crop. “Hmmm…Lord of the Manor, are we?” she teased. I gulped, a little in awe of her beauty, and I pointed ahead further up the track. “I…um…think you will need to turn back Miss,” I advised, “This track comes to a dead end for vehicles.” The woman smiled again. “You are sweet,” she purred, and she beckoned me into the car. “Come boy, jump in, and bring your riding whip too. I have some business to sort out, and you will be my perfect helper.” The door sprung. "I have to get ready for my 'date,'" my wife said, winking atme as she said this. "And, I don't need you in my way." You need to go downstairs and strip off all of your clothes," sheinstructed me. "Then, wait for me in the weight room. Okay?" Yes, okay," I said. Though we had played around with BDSM over theyears, my wife and I had never adopted the whole 'yes, mistress...thankyou mistress, may I have another' approach to our role-playing. She wasnot particularly into D/S play and only.