Down the brand-new highway.I'd never run this fast before. Maybe the wind was pushing me. Thehighway curved around some lakes. But they were frozen... I just ranacross them. I kept running, kept breathing, letting the wind inside ofme, letting it permeate my lungs, my veins, this pure northern air.The farther I ran, the warmer I felt. The steam that left my mouth witheach breath became thicker and thicker, until finally I couldn't take it.I pulled off my camisole and threw it into the air,. This sort of daydreaming is why I got a late start, and I’m still thinking it all through. Anyway, I’m going to annoy you by leaving that conversation for later, because I know you’ll have a lot to say about it. And you’re right: I do want to start with you, or actually with us. We’re good, right? Has anything changed, for better or for worse?”“If you say anything about sickness and health, I’m going to drive out there and put a foot through your larynx.”“It wasn’t intentional.”“Yeah, right.. .. But But Mistress... Yes Bitchboy but as she looks down at me in a stern look and says remember your infractions of the rules my sweet Bitchboy... as she slaps me across the face for my cheek too her... Owe Mistress... as the crack of her hand echos around the Bedchambers of my room... that makes me lower myself & keep shtum... Then my Mistress said that if I was'nt carefull in that of breaking the house rules she would have me in a petticoat for discipline before I knew it that she would. Kerri and I for seven. I don’t remember exactly how it got started, but one night the girls challenged Billy and I to a game of strip poker. I still remember how my cock was throbbing as the girls laid down the rules. The game was three card stud; boys against the girls. The losers of the round would be required to remove one or more articles of clothing and answer any sexual question asked by the opposing team. Billy and I lost the first round. As we removed our pants, both girls giggled.