A few minutes later he entered the kitchen to find her kneeling beside his chair, legs wide spread opening her wet dripping pussy, hands behind her, a...d eyes down. He smiled walking to her. He patted her head. You are such a good little sex slave. You may get a plate of food and sit with me while we eat together. She looked into his eyes. Yes Master. Thank you Master. As they ate he ask. Do regret asking for this weekend with me? Oh god no Master. I have never felt happier, more content and. I sensed something was up."Maybe we should unwrap it for her?" The Cat asked Nancy. She shook her head."What?" Never mind, T. It doesn't concern you." All right." I said agreeably. "Whose got the rolling papers?"We wound up playing Risk that afternoon, made some burgers and kicked back. Connie got over being triple teamed by us and we settled into a nice easy space of listening to mostly acoustical rock and roll with a little Willie Nelson to keep Nancy satisfied. The rain picked up and by. Sandy grabbed her suitcase and went up to the guestroom, where she unpacked. She took a few things over to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. Rover was at her side the entire time, sniffing at her hemline. She hadn't had time to masturbate for quite a while. She reached down and patted him. He was panting, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. She bent down and kissed his bald head. She then slipped her panties off and rubbed them on his nose.Rover sniffed and began eagerly. As the scenery slowly rolled past, they all came together into a delta to form the song that would eventually become Chasing the Fast Road.Aiding the composition of that was the fact that we were travelling on what I would normally consider a gravel road – a farm road – a seemingly infinite off-white path that simply went straight for mile after mile, crunching under the tyres as it unwound in a continually direct uniform strip. I kept the speed down to thirty miles an hour, all too used to the.