That was poor consolation for what I was going through, not to mention what Mary was feeling. Still, given all the facts, I took it. Naturally, a pers...n could only take so much underlying stress like that before something went wrong.The something came one day when I had a difficult pick up. Nothing was ready, and I was losing time waiting for them. Then, because I was late dropping the load off, I got bitched out at the receiving end! I'd just gotten back into the cab of my truck when my heart. Blonde hair blowing in the wind. When she gets to the campervan she turns and opens the door. "Please. I show problem inside" she gestures that I should enter first. I walk to the seating area and sit. I hear the door close and realise that the curtains are pulled. "My vagina is hot, swollen, and leaking" she says. I turn my head to see her standing near me jeans pulled down to her knees her neatly trimmed pubes near my mouth. "Uh my wife.." "She gone for long walk. Yes?" "Yes" I reply as she. I couldn't resist a smile however and they shyly smiled back before glancing furtively around to check that they hadn't been seen. Both my children took our overnight bags whilst a senior girl took our car and parked it near the stables. Margaret and I ascended the broad steps and I couldn't help shuddering as the old familiar walls and windows cast their long remembered shadows in the late evening sun.Our heels clicked noisily on the hard stone stairs as we approached Miss Lane's office.. It's good training." How do you mean Mistress?" she queried, "that's an old sort of a term isn't it, especially if you're not married." She is my Mistress. She owns me." I replied simply."Owns you?" I am her slave. It is simply that, I obey her in everything." You are joking! Yet you're here in this cafe, shouldn't you be chained up or something?" I am sometimes," I told her, "but you know, sometimes its not convenient for her, sometimes its better to let me off her leash. She calls me her.