His words were a statement, not an accusation.“You‘ve been screwing the milkman, don't deny it,” his voice harsh in my ear.I had little choice. ...��Yes,” I squeaked.“Ha, say, it, say it all. Yes, I have been screwing the milkman.”I took a shuddering breath. “Yes, I have been screwing the milkman.”“You know what you are, don't you? You are a shameless hussy. A naughty shameless hussy.”“Yes,“ I squeaked again.“Say it!” Eddie demanded.“I’m, I’m a naughty shameless hussy.”“Oh yes you are, you are very. "So, I will send her a gift..." Mistress continues. "A human gift, for her pleasure, as a token of my affection, and my favor." Who can you trust for such a mission, Mistress?" Why you, my favored little toy!"I am overwhelmed that Mistress will send me on such an important mission!"Thank you, Mistress!" I gasp."You will paddle a surf board with your arms, naked, unarmed, vulnerable, to her beach..."My Mistress begins to lubricate, and as I continue to lick, she talks, and I listen."You will say. He was enveloped in a darkness that swallowed everything but a few feet of the cabin. He pissed over the side and went back in. Some time during the night Miri woke up and Jack stirred. He caught the sweet scent of her hair. She leaned over him and kissed him on the lips. He couldn’t see, it was pitch black, all of the candles had been put out. Then she spread his lips with her fingers, and her tongue slithered with his in a loving kiss, their sounds were muted by the rain. They made out that. My cubical was very large with seven-foot walls and a door, which I closed and locked as we went in. She sat in my desk chair and I started back massaging her neck. I had her sitting backwards in the chair so I could get her back as well. After about ten minutes I started rubbing her very lightly with just my fingertips. A feather touch. She seemed to be enjoying it very much, moaning quietly. So I pressed my luck and started moving my fingers around where they were touching the sides of her.