I could see her pondering her response as I grabbed the tube of sun tan lotion and squeezed a big drop into my palm. "I'll do your back," I offered, t...en without waiting for an answer started to caress the white cream into her firm, soft skin. She didn't protest when I undid the string of her top."We wanted to... to have at least one more," she finally admitted."Why didn't you?" We tried, for awhile anyway. It didn't work. I don't know why," she said as she remembered. "The doctor wasn't. It almost made a comical scene. A scrawny little man, in a leather harness, his cock and balls wrapped up in a tight fitting metal ring. Sitting there as if he was about to have his morning coffee. Other than the hole drilled into his skull just above his left eye, it would have made someone laugh.I was about to leave when the asshole driver’s phone chirped. ‘Get the girl and get out! Russians OTW. 3min or less.’ Deep inside me, the Monster roared. Leave her Mason. Get out. Survive. But there. ” She sees my smile and continues, “I want my Master to know how much I look forward to our future encounters.”It is now time for me to leave. I dress, while she continues to hold her pussy closed, naked and laying on the couch. Followup:Later that evening, a notification on my phone and see it is the Teamwork app…updates from Tina. Her Experience Journal entry is as follows:I was only told to be naked when he arrived, and to watch my mouth, since he doesn’t like cursing. I was pleasantly. Does it mean anything?" No! Names don't mean fuckall. They're just names." Really?" commented Faith amusedly, as if this were a notion that had never occurred to her. "Well, come in. Come in. Sit down."Faith's flat was relatively simple, but to Sharon's eyes was more luxury than she'd seen since Throb. In the living room, there were a set of chairs and a table, but no television and no pictures on the wall. Faith sat arm-in-arm with Grace and the two exchanged signs and kisses for a few.