She had persuasion in abundance.By late afternoon, I had to get out and move around, so I opened the garage and found what every boy needs, a bicycle....I went for a long, hard, ride and worked up a sweat and worked out the kinks from David's father's attack. The pain was pretty minimal, but the stiffness was a challenge until my muscles heated up and relaxed.I rode through the streets in a manageable pattern, so I could find my way home. Thinking about getting lost reminded me that I didn't know. His cock stood out a foot or more and felt warm andsilky as I held it in my hands. I licked the head and felt a little pre-cum ooze out. It tasted spicy and salty. He smelled spicy and a littlesweaty from dancing. He touched my ears gently as I opened my mouth andtook him between my lips. I began to lick and suck as I moved my righthand up and down the base of his member and my left hand in featherymovements against his balls. He groaned and said Baby a lot again.As I slid him past the entrance. She was a scientist by trade, and believedlogic, reason, and meticulously researching the problem would find the truth,the answer and knowledge to explain the unexplainable. Which is why she whenthey had walked into the cabin and she saw the old shackles on the wall, remnantsof one of the ghost stories, she had impulsively told her friend to shackleher in the middle of the room and go get some groceries in town. This wouldprove that she was not afraid of any such thing as ghosts. They weren't. I didn't have to hide out in people's basements to avoid being taken back by slave catchers. I didn't have to forge papers stating that I was free when I really wasn't. No, no, not that kind of slavery. Lower your NAACP flags for another day. I'm talking about the BDSM type. You know, the one I consented to. The one I agreed to be collared. I ran away from that. Now before you start raising your feminist flags, hear me out. My master wasn't necessary a bad man. No, he was kind and sensitive, he.