I still hung on. I washed down the counter-top. There were divots. I did the best I could to smooth, even sanded with a fine grain but the evidence wa... clear. If he had ever gotten up to go into the laundry room to do anything other than to clean his pipe or to throw things away with the light off, there would have been cause for more concern. Either way, I put a towel there first, no, that’s just random. Nothing was ever out of place. Resigned that it was coming-just a matter of time. I. I am a woman. When Lucina stops to rest I go down on her vigorously. I think I do it better than I used to. Before. I am glad. I still feel like the same person but I am better at some things now. The next morning we order breakfast in. Lucina has money and spends it. I have money too of course. Somehow I never got in the habit of spending freely. Spacing is like not having a job at all. You just make money. Except when you're called. And even then it's just time out of your life. Not like real. "Slaves do not just drop things on the floor of my home." A second whack. "Fold your clothes neatly and lay them on the chair." A sharp pain spread though my back muscles. I realized that Mistress was very skilled at using a cane on her slaves. Unable to speak, I nodded my head in reply and bent over to pick up the shirt. As I bend, I felt Mistress' hand rub across my buttocks, firmly and affectionately. Discipline followed by affection. Causing me to feel more and more drawn to the desire to. "You were recommended by a friend, she said if I ever had occasion to bring a girl here to ask for you. She also described you right down to the tattoo on your lower back." Jake had noticed the tattoo when Kelly had turned to lead them to the Wild Weasel suits. A set of wings was tattooed above her ass, joined by what looked suspiciously like a woman's spread labia. Above the wings, half on each side, it said "Wine Me, Dine Me" while centered below were the words "Sixty Nine Me"."I see, yes I'm.