Each time I glanced at the monitors. The one covering the cook shack was my only interest at the moment. Any minute it should go out. Mike would think...the Atwoods had found it. But Martin would disable it, while he blew the cook shack.I knew that when the camera went out, the cook shack would be gone within minutes. It was at that time, when the shit would really start to fly. I didn't want Mike or Gwen to know what was happening. If they didn't know, they couldn't roll over on us. It was a. This did not look good. The cards lay out perfectly and at the end, they took four of the five extra hands. We made 131 points for the hand and they made 54. We were up 211 to 104. The next hand went almost the same except Dottie bid nil and I bid four.I took my four exactly, Dottie made her nil and we went up another 140 points. We were at 351 and they made another 54 to get to 158. Two more bags (number of hands won more than the number they bid) and they would lose 100 points. The heat was. " I need to touch you too. I missed you so much."Eric had been away on business for two weeks and just returned home that day."I missed you too," I whined. "God, I have such a headache." Awww. If I was there I'd massage your shoulders and neck." Mmmm, I love that," I said, brushing a tear away with the back of my hand."I know you do. Listen, I'll run a bath for you and pour you a glass of wine. It'll be waiting for you, okay?" You're so good to me." You deserve it. So, what are you wearing. Donna’s grin softened in understanding, then turned back to playful smirk. The teacher took a slow stroke of her finger up the ass slut’s chin all the way to her lip, then offered her drool covered digit to Krissy for sample. The slave accepted the appendage fully into her mouth before Donna pulled it out slowly enjoying the sucking resistance of the slave’s grip and then brought it to her own mouth and wet her lips with a trace of her fingertip. Mistress and slave were bonded by the night and.