It had been her last shred of resistance, but like every other part of her now, it only served her Master’s needs. So she obeyed it. She hurried bac... to the lair, and as he strode in cursing under his breath, she fell to her knees, with adoration in her heart, “Master, may I serve you?”“Stupid slut, I need more, MORE!” He grabbed her up roughly by the shoulder and pushed her backwards, “You think this is enough for me? ME?!”The words cut her to the quick but she knew she needed to help somehow.. At seven the next morning, my phone rang again, and this time, I answered it. It was Gerta wanting to know if I felt well enough to come down for breakfast. She told me that she was alone in the kitchen, and that she'd be happy to make me anything I wanted to eat. I realized then just how hungry I was, and told her I'd throw on some clothes, and come right down.Gerta wasted no time in letting me know that she already knew about me finding my real mother. "Kenny, forget her. You don't need to. She climaxed until she thought she would surely faint from the light-headed, floating feeling it imposed upon her. She panted and curled up into a fetal position, her hand clasped tight over her throbbing clit. She felt absolutely no shame as she drifted in the beautiful afterglow of her orgasm. Such a thing could never be a sin against God, and she certainly didn't feel dirty. She felt wonderful. Karen slipped back to sleep, her hand still between her bared thighs. ** As though a dam had burst. It was not a pretty sight for those possessed of weak stomachs and impressionable minds.She was glad that Tom appeared fully sated because she was in no mood for his nonsense this late in the evening. At least, he was adequately sober to listen to the details and hopefully retain most of it to do his part without fail on the following morning's business on the king's highway."Look here, Tom, this map shows the stretch of road that leads out of the city and down to the coast at Bath. I know from.