It was like hecould read her sissy-bimbo mind and tap into herdeepest thoughts and fantasies. He would often fuck her for hours, stopping before hecam... in her, coming back to her again and again aftera short break during which he enjoyed whipping orspanking her ass and telling her what a patheticlittle cum dump she was, calling her a cock whore andpromising someday to give her to a kennel where shewould get fucked like the bitch she was by a pack ofhorny dogs. His verbal abuse never failed to. She said hello and would I mind if she crossed over my land. I told her she already had. She smiled and continued walking. She soon disappeared into the woods again and was gone. I kicked myself for not talking to her more, but my voice was choked up from the passion I was feeling. I couldn’t take my mind off of her. She wasn’t very pretty, but just seeing her bare breasts and full thighs in the open air with no one else around. As a k** I always got a thrill of jerking off outdoors, it seemed. That got me thinking that maybe The Mistress wasn't showing me kindness.Maybe she was just showing me how helpless I really was.A while after that, the videos started to play.It began one morning as Natsuko was toying with a small motor andtelling me all about a fascinating tree she saw that, hey, looks justlike me except it doesn't, and something else that was stupid. Inoticed that her voice started to fade, and something was blocking myline of sight toward her. Slowly, something faded into. I have a friend in the business and he got me one of the first ones. It is fast and worth every penny."I rubbed the console. "You must do well, then. I know I couldn't afford something like this car. We were never properly introduced. My name is Shauna Hawkins, but I'd rather be called Hawk. I'm a homicide detective from Houston."She reached out and took my hand over the stick shift for a moment that almost made my heart stop. "Gretchen Werner, black sheep. As you could no doubt tell." She.