One, Matilda, who was a woman of about 45 years, took her leave one day. The Mistress arranged a party and Matilda was presented formally with the det...ils of the fortune she had amassed during her days of entertaining. Whilst we were not privy to the details of her nest egg we could not help but notice her eyes widen with joy when she saw the certificate of her wealth. She abandoned normal protocol and embraced the Mistress with huge affection. This, you may well understand, gave us all hope. I said, “Is this good, baby. Does it feel good to you?” “Oh, yes,” you said as you turned your face back to me. “This is incredible. Please don’t stop. I love it.” Moving even harder into you I said, “I told you that I would fuck you tonight. Is this what you wanted?” Your response proved that you didn’t care if anyone could hear us when you turned and said, “Yes, baby. It is what I wanted. Don’t stop. Just fuck me until I can’t stand up any more. I love your cock in me. Oh god that feels so. It was the first sex session I hadn't enjoyed, it was a little bit tooviolent and I didn't like the way I was held down, it had made me feelfeeble and weak and powerless, like a pathetic weak girl, it was thefirst time I hadn't reached an orgasm. I was also angry that he was theone who got to fuck Sarah and not me, I lay on my back and thought aboutthe last few hours, if I was completely honest the sex with Ken hadn'tbeen too bad, especially when I was in control but I hadn't enjoyed thelast. .." I think we both do," she interrupted, "Dave, while you were out this afternoon I found a key lying behinda chair in the living room. I wondered what it might be for, and thought I'd just try it in the door of thespare bedroom you keep locked. Because, like you said, you keep all your important papers and yourfather's gun collection in there."He felt a flush of heat climbing his face. He could almost see the redness himself. The spare bedroom.The secure room. His satin room. The walk-in.