Immediately, she pushed her awareness outwards through the house, seeking any presence other than her Master. Finding none, she sighed in disappointme...t before throwing back the latch to her coffin and lifting the lid. It was too much to expect that the police would track her down so quickly, but she had dared to hope. A metallic clang sounded from her left as her Master emerged from his own casket.He looked her up and down with a thin smile, before telling her, "Go dress yourself in something. But we both know that’s not me. With another grunt, you lift and push me back on the bed, but this time on my side. I’m surprised by it. You usually like me face down, but this time you grab my hand, and force your large fingers to lace through my small. It thrills me this way. When I look up, I can see your face, the way it’s red with heat instead of cold, and the dark, glazed look in your eyes when you fuck me. I love it all. When you lean in, the hard peaks of my nipples brush your chest. Iloved the feel of the sheer hose as I slowly rolled them up my legs.Then, dressed in just my panties and hose, I went into the drawer ofmy dresser where I kept my sleepwear, and selected the cream colorpajamas with long pants. I loved how the satin material felt as itbrushed against my sheer pantyhose - like heaven! I also liked how myfeet looked in the nylons; I could just make out the shine from mytoenail polish through the foot of my hose. I went into the bathroomand found some makeup. She leaves here about an hour after you do, and usually comes back around two or two thirty. Four or five days a week this is happening." Not really that much out here to keep her interest. She probably goes into town and visits with her friends, and with whatever family she still has that isn't already living out here with us. She was the one who came to me and told me she was done with that other guy. I never asked her to stop, she just did it on her own."We had a real standoff, with Theresa.