A comforting carpet of the winter weather brings a cozy and secure feel to the otherwise busy city. It feels so idyllic. There is just one problem. It...s really fucking cold.You pat your arms feverishly to no avail. Your mittens barely remedies the discomfort of the cool winter air. Fucking January. Every goddamn year it's the same. You're just getting home from grocery shopping, and you already feel like you might die of hypothermia.You reach the door to the apartment complex, and open it. We ended up in the room with Anne when someone knocked on the door it was Andrea Jim's mom coming over to see her sister. I've known Andrea since I was a young boy growing up with Jim, she came in and joined us for a drink I could tell she was pretty drunk by the way she was walking and talking, she complained that her husband was a drunken idiot he got back to the room and passed out cold, then I noticed Ron and Anne were getting really friendly sitting on the edge on the bed, they were. For a woman of 39 she had an amazing body. Voluptuous yet still retaining an elasticity to her stomach and the mere hint of a tummy, which guided the eye to her pussy. “Thank you, Matt, you may go now. I expect you have plenty to do outside.” “Yes, thank you… I mean, yes…” stammered Matt. Matt almost ran downstairs, his heart beating and in dire need of a release. His cock was so hard he wasn’t sure if he would ever go slack. He continued to rake the grass, but his mind was everywhere and. From now on, you may not even talk unless I give you permission."I blindfolded her, cut her down, and rode her home. There, I cut away all her clothing. Still bound, naked and deprived of sight, I fed and watered her by hand. Laura ate and drank whatever was placed to her mouth. Somehow, even exhausted, she felt some kind of c***dlike worship of her powerful new Master, he who could give to her or deny her whatever he wished.When I lifted her into the warm water of the tub, and sponged her.