” She got up off the chaise, turned around, stood on the cushion with her legs spread apart and bent over slightly. She gripped the railing with bot... hands, then she turned her head and grinned at him over her shoulder, “How’s this, can we fuck like this?” He grabbed the baby oil that she anticipated they might need, and rubbed a healthy portion on his stiff cock. He put his hands on her hips, and slowly entered her soaked pussy from behind. “Ooooh, yeah!” she cried, “That’s what I’ve been. I start to open my eyes. It looks like a basement? A big one. Like some big building’s basement, not a home. It’s hard to focus on the people in the room. They are talking. I think I hear a familiar female voice. Did they take Stacy too? No not Stacy. My head starts to feel less fuzzy. My eyes sharpen. “Rachel?”“Don’t look at her.” One of the men said. I must be mistaken. It can’t be her.It’s hard to see who he is. He looks familiar though. He pulled up a chair to me. That’s when I realize that. Waiting for her was Mistress Jane who was dressed similarly less thecorset and with shorter heeled boots. Mistress was pulling food from thekitchen and setting it beside a wicker basket."Good morning Linda." Good morning Mistress." I trust you slept well." Relatively Mistress."Jane's head snapped around at the petulant tone but she quickly bit hertongue. She decided to change tactics."Honey, I know the last couple of days have been draining. That isnormal after intense sessions like you. She thought of the plane and Peter's story and smiled. She really did hope it had a happy ending, just like the story of Nikki. Lauren wondered what would have happened if she had told him every detail of the afternoon, of every fold of skin she had kissed and every tremor she had felt inside as they made love.Her hands wandered across her breasts, feeling the nipples already hardened under her pyjamas. She hated the idea of wearing clothes that she associated with old people, but had to admit.