As long as Martha was prepared to abuse Sandra freely, Sandra would oblige by doing anything for her beloved Mistress.Sandra told Martha everything sh... did in the bedroom with Alan and with her lesbian girl-friend in whatever level of detail Martha demanded. Martha enjoyed listening to Sandra, who was usually lying on the floor with her hands and feet tied when she made her 'confessions' as Martha called them, occasionally receiving a kick or a blow from a whip to make her give more. Evening I messaged herMe:what doing?Suma:tv, you?Me:thinking about you!!Suma:really?Me:s,about your white t-shirt.Suma: what is there in that t-shirt?Me:not in that t-shirtSuma:thenMe: behind the t-shirtSuma:if you keep on massaging like this I’ll tell this to my dad.Me:no plsSuma:then behave properlyMe: ok leave. Why had you a break up with your bf?Suma: you ask him directly , he is your friend right.Me:not nowSuma: he lost interest on me after doing allMe:all??Suma: you told everything I know. Carrie looked mournfully at her plate and followed the others out of the room. She hadn’t even had a single bite. Somehow, in the thirteen minutes that Carrie was left she’d made herself look amazing. The black fitted bodice of the dress was made of satin and the skirt of floor length black tulle that was layered until it was opaque. When she slipped it on, the dress fit perfectly. She pulled her hair into a chignon and put on the black slippers that were waiting by her bed. She grabbed a dark. After a long day at work, followed by such an intense sex session, they now needed two things: rest and food. They walked into the kitchen to prepare supper, and despite being tired, could not seem to keep their hands off one another. Not much, mind you, just a pinched ass here, a pull on a cock there, a tug on a nipple--you get the picture. They finished supper, and retired to Steve's bedroom after putting the couch cover in the wash. Leann was the first to speak, with a question for Steve..