Daniella lay at Dominica's feet, curled up into a tiny, little ball. Lips pressed to the toe of Dominica's right boot. So deep, not a thought entered ...er empty, little mind.Dominica leaned forward, and caressed the back of her slave's neck, between the strands of blonde hair."Now, you're ready," she whispered.Daniella did not remember having moved. And her mind was far too blank to realize that she was lying, face down, on a loose pile of tires. Her arms were around a big, soft tire, and her. I wrapped my arms around her. "You know, little girl," I said, "I've spent many a cold night in my life, but none of them was ever as enjoyable as being with you, all cuddled up." Her red head came back against my chest. I kissed the crown of it, and rubbed my cheek against that outrageous bronze thing.She giggled. "Ya know," she answered, "Me too ... Last winter, Mom's heater used too much propane, so we had a little electric thing and I'd get so cold sometimes that I'd just curl up under the. I basked in his caress as he tenderly traced my curves. His lips and tongue tormented me, making me burn for more. I let the moment sweep me away as he explored me.The twin globes swelled with pleasure as he cupped them lightly, as he traced each inch of globe with his tongue until he finally settled on the rigid brown tips. I gasped as he drew the erect nub into his mouth, sucking gently, before moving on to the other. I found myself grasping his hair as he laved my breasts, begging him for. I went to class and played football. When I came home, Margaret was usually there, doing her homework and working hard. Her grades improved, and her health improved too. She stopped being an insomniac due to her constant partying. I wasn’t a rough master, you know. I was genuinely looking out for her own good. I even went to clubs with her, and she had a good time, without drinking alcohol or sexing up strange men. For the next three months, I basically ran Margaret Cooler’s life. And you know.