I opened the zip file and found Master.exe, but no 'ReadMe' files, instructions, or documentation. I suspected it was the equivalent of a self-extract...ng zip file, but it didn't appear to be in a format Winzip could open. I extracted it to my Temp directory, crossed my fingers, and double-clicked it.The word "MASTER" flashed on the screen, followed by "MASTER PROGRAM RUN COMPLETE."The desktop had a new Icon. I decided to run it. Another window popped up. The top was a standard pull-down menu. Right now, she needed him. Candy wasn’t some mercenary; she hadn’t married him with the expectation of divorcing him as soon as her son had a name. She had said, “As long as we both shall live.”On the other hand, she had no reason to stick with him for years of unhappiness. So anything which made her happy was in favor of his keeping her. And anything about the church that made her happy was an even better omen for their marriage. He was her attachment to the church. That was what worried him. Well I supposeIf that all goesThe way you doth describe itMy clit will growMy moisture flowWithout your cock inside itSo come on thenMy cursed friendI'll lay down on the cartAnd you can showTo me you knowThis sacred princely artWell thank the lordWith that accordShe promptly whipped her bloomersDown off her hipsAnd spread her legsConfirming all the rumoursOur rigid knightPut up no fightBut moved his mouth up toHer glistening slitAnd did his bitHis tongue to pseudo-screwOur damsel fairHer. I was pleasantly surprised to see her sudden change in demeanor. To tell you truth, I wasn’t entirely sure if she meant what she said.Me: Yes, mistress.Very apprehensively, I took the bar, went near my girlfriend and started applying soap on her body, starting with the breasts. The nipples had erected to their full glory because of the cold dripping water. Lathering them up, the twins were now hidden under a thick layer of foam.I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I didn’t stop, slowly massaging.