”“Me too,” I said, my voice raspy with pent-up emotion.My chest was tight and I felt a growing knot in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to...believe it. A car accident. Just some random thing.Random hurts.Some time later, I don’t know how long, the phone rang. My wife stepped back and wiped her eyes, smiling bleakly at me.I cleared my throat and then picked up the receiver.“Hello.”“May I please speak to Paul Hughes?”“This is he.”“Mr. Hughes, my name is Nathan Wei. I’m an attorney, and the. I tried to hold my breath as I dug through the pungent odour of (I somehow knew) my own urine, to find the stashed gear. Despite it doubtless being similarly fragranced, I donned it, making a fuzzy mental note to wrap it in leather or something next time, as well as to try to find a more accessible spot near water. I knew why I had to make these nightly preparations; it had been my own choice, after all – a choice I was coming to regret. Nonetheless, I had been under no duress at the time; I. I pull her down the shore to the waters edge. The waves crashing at our feet. I slowly start to kiss her again, pushing her to sit on the sand with the cool ocean water hitting her legs. I kneel down entering between her legs, still passionately kissing her. I lead her to lay down and I begin to kiss down her neck. I could feel her breathing speeding up as I kiss down her neck to her chest. I barely run my lips across her skin, breathing softly. I could feel the goose bumps forming on her skin.. I’m going to fuck you until you beg me for mercy honey. And call me ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Jen’, or you’ll be punished.”Taylor stiffened as Jen peeled away her bathrobe, revealing a black latex bikini top and a black leather miniskirt so short Taylor could see a dark blonde landing strip. Despite getting up there in age, Jen still had a rocking body reminiscent of that of a woman half her age.“Now get your cute little tushy over there,” Jen motioned over to the large bed.Taylor walked over and.