..why did you leave me Alice?”“We’ll talk about it all, in time,” groaned Alice, rolling over and nuzzling her pillow. “Come on, don’t be ... bore,” implored Lucinda.“There’s a certain overlap with the meatspace. I felt you out there. I could hear the click of your heels in my deepest recesses.”Lucinda snorted derisively.“You sound like a fucking horse,” said Alice.Lucinda clapped her hands with delight, “Now’s that my Alice, my truculent little rustic pudding. Where did you get all those fancy. I sat against the headboard looking at him, my legs spread as I rubbed my clit and smoked. I was still extremely horny from not only watching my sexual antics from the past, but also from being fucked for the third time that night and having my ass filled with warm cream after each session. I took a deep drag and blew out the smoke as I contemplated his pleas. He moved up between my legs and began licking my pussy as he looked up at me and I met his gaze, once again taking a long drag on my. ' That would be your cue to say 'Okay, slave boy, suck my tits!'"She thought about it a minute or two. "I guess I could do that. And you'd tell me when you want me to spank you the same way?" "Sure! I'd say, 'Oh, Mistress, please don't spank me.' You'd respond with 'Yes I will, slave, get over my knees.'" "How long should I spank you for?" she asked. "As long as you want since you're the Mistress, but I'll keep hollering 'please stop' which is your cue to keep spanking." There was something in. The nicest thing about it was that no one ever asked anything too much of her. She was so agreeable that everyone she knew had the greatest respect for her. No one pushed the boundaries, no one took advantage. Until one day ...Author's note: If this is your first time reading "Always, Abbie," please continue below. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and.