And then one evening, I dialled the number and said, "Good evening, Master."I received my instructions over the phone. The next evening, I was to meet...my Master at a hotel bar. I was to wear provocative clothing and no knickers. I was quite nervous, so I told Gary that I would either message or phone every couple of hours, and if he didn't hear from me, to come looking.The hotel was quite large, and I arrived a little earlier than arranged, so I sat in my car for a while. I had dressed in a. This time I felt her lips part and her tongue slide out to meet mine. I was in heaven! I kissed my daugher deeply, savouring her sweet tongue on mine.As we kissed, I slid my hand up along her smooth leg and around to feel her wonderfully tight, round arse. It felt magnificent and I squeezed lightly. As our tongues mingled deeply I felt her hand slide down to my trousers. My cock was raging and the swelling in my jeans was obvious. She ran her hand across it and squeezed gently making it throb.. I wanted my husband inside of me. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and kiss him deeply. I wanted him to overwhelm me with masculine power. I wanted him to make me his real wife.I caressed him with more intensity. I reached for him slowly. This is your husband, I kept thinking. I am your wife and I want you. He rolled on top of me and put his arms around me. It was an incredible sensation for me. A few minutes later, he was throbbing between my legs. We felt like husband and wife. I forgot. The name brought back the memory of the early evening, a game, Rene's slave. "Owwww!" cried Janet, when feeling suddenly returned to her back. "I've stopped the bleeding, but only temporarily," said Sabrina, "but she has to see a doctor before those wounds open up again." "Bring my purse," cried Janet still dazed from the ordeal she had endured. One of the girls brought Janet her purse, and she removed the cell phone, spots dancing before her eyes. Janet punched in the memory number for.