She really hadn't liked his style of love-making which usually had her face down on the bed letting him have his way with her rear door that her mothe... had cautioned her was a source of all evil.All of his pictures had been removed from her home and she never mentioned his name out loud because it never failed to give her a serious case of indigestion.Honor looked over the Lynch girl's file and saw that the girl would inherit a sizable fortune when she came of age and that served to tick her. French turned then and walked toward the clubhouse. I hurried to try to get there before she did. I did NOT want her to see the either pictures or the cum on the wall.Fortunately, she was standing by the open door when I got there. I figured she was just going to show me the combination so I could lock the door. There was a hasp on the outside for the lock to fit into to secure the clubhouse. As soon as I arrived, she smiled broadly at me and walked inside. I followed her nervously. I. ..when you're in the bonds, I'm in charge. Don't you forget it." She crawls down the bed to their slave, caressing her straining chest. "You, on the other hand, have been surprisingly obedient...I think you deserve a reward."She deftly unlocks the Slave's handcuffs, the younger woman rubbing her raw wrists relievedly. The Mistress then whispers a few words in the Slave's ear and picks up a long strip of cloth from amongst the scattered supplies. "This isn't for your enjoyment, Master. You. "Hiney hangover? That's new." He asked."Well, it's sore from the stretching and the friction, but I do feel well fucked and my orgasm from that is,... is, ummm... awesome!, but different. Don't worry about me. It wouldn't happen if I didn't want it. I would stop you if there were a real problem." She reassured him again."OK I trust you to tell me." Joe said tentatively feeling guilty about seeing her tears earlier.Joe went in the bath and got cleaned up, washing his hands and genitals, while.