Mistress swatted Sub's ass and he knew that she wanted him to assist her in getting it in. Sub knew just what to do and of course, about three more in...hes successfully slid inside. Mistress started to manipulate the vibrator with her hands and forcefully rammed it in as far as she could. Sub was now grunting and very uncomfortable but he remained cooperative and adjusted to the now nine inches of vibrating brute force inside him.Mistress smacked Sub's ass in command for him to move his ass in. So, what happened? Byron put me on my knees. The bastard snapped his fingers and to his feet I leapt, drooling and squirming like Pavlov’s favorite in-season bitch. He smashed my suburban America decorum, loosing a shameless, submissive slut I’d dared not admit existed, and, damn him for it, but I can’t control her. He sure as hell can.I harbor no illusions about our relationship. We have nothing in common except visceral sex, and in sex Byron is the verb, and I am his object.The slam of a car. But he felt better and that was all that mattered. He grabbed his pack and put his over furs on making sure that they would not impede his movement and then set off toward his destination. Wolf Creek in the south.As he made his way, he was blissfully able to forget the events of yesterday and focus on his travelling. He was able to move across the snowy land much swifter than any other traveller would have been able too. He knew these mountains better than perhaps anyone. Except his mother he. I set to work and at about ten, she fetched two coffees out on to the patio.“I’ve made you a coffee” I sat down with her and we got talking, turned out her and her husband had just moved here two months ago. Her husband Nick works in the city during the week and had his own flat there.We sat talking to long, I don’t think she knew anyone around here yet and a bit bored with living in the country already. I set back to work and did what I had to do that morning, on leaving I told Jane I would be.