She slides her hips down my legs and stands up then extends her hands out to me. I grab her hands and let her help me up. As I stand up, I grind my hi...s against her hips. She laughs at my persistence then steps toward the door. ‘You are bad’ she comments as she is opening the door. We start walking down my sidewalk with my hand around her waist. I am not sure if this will ever go any further, but I have gotten further than I ever thought I would get with her. When we are half way back to the. . if it came at all. Anyway, she wasn't going to think about that. They were going to have baked potatoes and tossed salad, and just to be on the safe side, she had bought a bottle of good red wine. Moreover, she'd decided to dress her best for him, choosing her black, mini taffeta affair which was backless, consequently leaving her without a brassiere. It was really the nicest thing she had left.She wished he could see her. She looked damned alluring, if she did say so herself. The tiny ebony. " So when punishing your slave, you want her to receive pleasure in the act?" I do. That's why I have rules regarding its imposition...." Master, may I cum?" Marcia interrupted. "Please, Master." You know I'm having a conversation. Can't a needy slut wait until her master is finished?" Please, Master. I cannot." Wait one moment!"I turned to Olivia and asked her to observe my slave closely. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples thick and extended in hard points. Her legs were quivering, wanting. " It made us worry plenty," I told him, "but at least we're all together now." I have some frozen beef stew that we were able to preserve," Bridgett told them. "It's not prepared yet, because we didn't know when you would come. But give me an hour, and I'll cook us up a decent meal. Carter? Could you turn on the generator so that I can run the stove?" No need, m'am, Ingmar said. "We've got a portable propane stove in our vehicle, and plenty of fuel. If you like, I'll set it up for you outside,.