"Anne shook her head, tumbling her long and unruly curls. "Never heard of him." He has asked your father to pay you court." Who, this Vanmeter person,...he wants to marry me?" Her voice broke, squeaked in her throat, and she gritted her teeth, embarrassed.The woman smiled briefly at the girl's discomfort. "Indeed, he might. He is from a very good family. His father is a planter with a slew of mills and his grandfather was a ship builder I believe, down on the Pocomoke. His uncle by marriage knows. I will have the end of the belt hit the other side too. He doesn’t only concentrate on fully across, the inside of my legs will now get attention as will the middle of my bottom. He pauses, rubs my bottom feeling the welts rising above the surface. Satisfied, He takes my hand and pulls me to him. His embrace calms me, completes me, and reminds me whose I am. I am to obey this man, my Master without question or face the consequences. “I love you my beautiful princess. Now hands on your head. “He would tell me to go to my spot and masturbate if he had nothing else for me to do,” She said. She told me she spends a lot of time stretching and training her cunt and asshole. “I am always ready to be used. I stretch my cunt and asshole muscles to accommodate bigger and bigger objects but also to tighten them and give me additional control,” she explained.I hadn’t seen her masturbate in person before. I knew she trained in the dungeon to take big dildos because I had seen her put her own. The older woman sighed. ‘Yes, it’s really good to see you Danny, so good Danny,’ Alison said softly, reaching out and taking his hand in hers and moving closer. ‘Yeah, really good mom, I mean Alison,’ Danny said, growing excited, his penis getting even harder in his pants. ‘Yeah,’ Alison asked softly, putting down her glass and then reaching for his, depositing it on the table. ‘So you miss me, do you Danny. Think of me all the time, hmm, do you.’ ‘Yeah for sure, it’s not the same at home.