”“And you liked the kiss?”“I did.”“And everything Jeri told me about Los Angeles and San Francisco is true?”“A qualified yes, because ... don’t know what she told you.”“And your wife knows you’re with me?”“They BOTH saw you from the porch swing when you picked me up,” I chuckled.“Sorry, yes, wives. And they know I kissed you?”“And that I kissed back, the second time.”“Good,” she said. “Blunt and direct?”“That’s always the best.”“Then after we have a nice horseback ride, you’re going to come with. It doesn’t take a violent revolt, only words.”He lifted her head slightly. Her face was wet with tears. He asked softly, “But where do you want to be my little pasty one?” “Naked at your feet,” she replied, stifling her sobs and rubbing her forehead against the floor just in front of his shoes.“She needs to be a slave,” he said softly, “and I enjoy being a Master. It’s as simple as that.”He then looked around the room and said, “I move that we officially accept pasty one as a submissive slave. Was this what she felt like? Totally humiliated, and yet totally turned on? Turned on enough that she would do anything to feel that pleasure?He could hardly hear himself, “Please Mistress, fuck my ass.” “I can’t hear you!”He tried again “Please mistress, fuck my ass!”“What a naughty slave you are.” Her hand landed on his ass a few more times and he moaned loader. He felt her hand slip between his legs and rub lubrication there. It began to feel warm, and he felt her finger slip inside. "What do you mean - you guess?" Mother Katie demanded."We weren't aware that Gus and Annie were ready to get married. We thought it was our idea," Sara told her."You're all still too young!" Mother Margie immediately told us, defensively."Both of you got married when you were sixteen," I said."Yes still sixteen, but we were a hundred and seventy years old," Mother Katie told us. "There's a big difference." We don't want to wait. With the trouble coming, we won't be able to get married normally,.