You will release when I reach one.” Mistress started at 50 and counted down slowly while increasing the rhythm of her bouncing ass. By the time she ...eached 40, her hips were bucking wildly and she looked back at me again. She had to speak between labored breaths: "Don't... you... dare... cum... yet... slave."I thought Mistress would rip her cock off in her glorious pussy before reaching one, but she finally says the magic word. Hours of countdown training ensures that I immediately begin. She didn’t look like a “Heather”. She looked more like an “Edith” or a “Hyacinth” and should have been wearing dreadful all white granny knickers and not a pair of naughty French things that made most males form a terrible erection needing prompt attention without delay.It was the librarian with her contacts on the outside that filled Marcie in on the fact that it was her boss, Mister Honeywell that had caused her to be incarcerated. Apparently, his scheming wife had gotten wind of his. The yard was a work in progress, for the eighty years that Thonos had owned this house he had kept planting trees and bushes, kept installing fountains and statues and flagstone walkways, small bridges spanned manmade streams, and trellis’ hung heavy with climbing roses and ivy, with the dark purple blooms of the morning glory. The yard looked at times much larger or smaller than its two-acre expanse. All in the expansive back yard was covered in shade of varying degrees – there were no lights. " Kim replied as both Jen and Vicky stood on their tip toes and kissed me on my cheeks.Shaking his head the man got into the passenger side of the vehicle that had pulled in behind the Mercedes and they drove off. I felt like three million bucks."Oh goodie!" Vicky exclaimed, "Now we have two cars. I was worried we wouldn't have enough room to fit all the new clothes we're gonna buy just in the Cadillac."I groaned.Kim drove the Mercedes with Vicky, and me and Jen followed them in the Caddy.Jen.