"The tray is putting pressure on my nipples Mistress. Can I please take it off??!!" Charles begged.Charles looked as if he was going to cry. The press...re was slowly turning to that of pain. Ivy smiled at him.Ivy thought that the way she was smiling, he was thinking that she was happily stalling and wanting to see him more in pain."Alright Charles. You look like you are going to cry. Did I ever tell you that you look cute when you are sad and scared??" Ivy asked him."No Mistress!!" Charles. I kissed Ginny, told her I'd call her in the morning and headed downstairs to see if everyone was ready to head on home.Saturday morning, I woke up before seven, and headed down to make coffee. Cyrus was already up, and coffee was made. I was glad to discover that making coffee was yet another thing in life that Cyrus excelled at. He had called Chet last night and they had arranged to go running. Cyrus had already put in a four mile run this morning, and I had barely been up long enough to. When I pulled up there was a middle aged white couple walking their dog. The wife was a hot ass milf; she was built like a brick house. The hubby was on the cubby side going bald, and looked like a wimp. After I came out of the restroom I headed towards the snack machine, I could not figure out what I wanted to snack on. While I was taking a lifetime to make up my mind, the white female walked over to the vending machine area. She spoke to me, and bought a cup of coffee. I was trying not to. "That seemed poetic but unlikely, or at least years away. I said as such.The light went green, and Mrs. Allen seemed to be concentrating on her driving. We came to another light, and it was green, but she braked instead and turned into the parking for a connected series of strip malls.She drove back between a pair of them, turning left on the T to the long wide lane spanning them all. Where all the trucks came down to make their backdoor deliveries. Back behind that, behind the original strip.