It had a plunging neckline from which she had plucked one of her swollen balloons. Her tight pink skirt rode up and hugged the curve of her spectacula... ass. She sighed and ran pink nailed fingers through her trashy hair. It glistened in the lights of the room. Her legs were in black vinyl stockings. On her feet were pink six-inch heels. Willow would not even have known such outfits existed. Let alone wear them.But, ah, well... who was this Willow again?"Master," Anni whined. By now no one knew. With the wild animals as desperate for food as the humans, trapping was great that winter. That early in winter, the animals were still fat, providing good nourishment to the humans. They all worked several hours each day, curing the pelts, and that filled the short days.They also slept a lot, by necessity. Sex was difficult, if not impossible, in the almost freezing temperatures. The fire warmed only a small area around the fireplace, and to undress in the beds was unbearable. They cuddled a. ” Did he know it turns me on to be addressed like that, especially with an audience? I tried to resume a normal blowjob but the Master had other ideas. He began to pace. He was not going to beat me. I swung one arm around the Master’s waist and held on tight. The other gripped his belt just above my head. Stumbling and half skipping, I did my best to predict his movements, but he was being deliberately erratic. Several times, I lost my balance. There would be grazed marks on my knees. My. You can tell me if I'm on the right track." Thanks, Rich. I really appreciate it. Say 'Hi' to Fiona for me." Will do. I'll e-mail you my demented thoughts." Yeah, sure. Good night, Rich."Despite the off-handed response, I knew he'd put some thought into something and I hoped it would do the trick. Rich would think about both my needs and the needs of someone who might respond and try and find a link somewhere in the text. I was hopeful.It was the next evening before I got an e-mail response.