So, on all fours, at the leash, Flora will walk the bitch-to-be outside into the green.Sanne squats on the grass - pun intended - in their garden, let... her hot water run.Sanne thanks me politely, as soon as they are back, while I tought up next steps.Sanne addresses me as "My Master". She shall, to show me minimum of respect.Flora grabs back control over their key-board to tell me 'they' are "tired, it is late". Flora knows very well we agreed to take time full Friday night for all five. She also told him thatshe wants to see if he gets hard again from this punishment. Lil Bitch lostcount of the strokes and was so busy trying to keep his punishment quiet asearlier in the evening Mistress had said she didn't want to hear anything.Mistress herself was loosing count she was lost in the moment of watching thedance she was creating. She paused to collect her breath and reached down betweenher slave's legs. Damn she thought. He is still hard. Mistress then reachesand grabs a. Her tongue was in my mouth, slippery as an eel. My cock needless to say to erect. Then she broke away, smiling. Was she mocking me? “Fleur darling, time you rewarded your boyfriend, for all the hard work he’s done.” I said. “You joining us?” Fleur asked.“Later darling,” I said. I got up, and walked indoors, as I looked back Fleur was already unzipping him.I dialled the number. It rang twice, before being answered.“Oliver darling, this weekend, you don’t mind if I bring someone with me do. "Recognise this?" Shut up," she said, with a smile as he handed it over. "Thank you."He tipped his imaginary hat. "Good night," he said, as he walked outthe door.---When she woke, Esme was still on the sofa. Someone, probably Freya, hadlaid a blanket over her. Fuck. She didn't want her flatmate thinkingany worse of her. Looking at her phone, it was already 8am. She wasgoing to be late. Her eyes focused a little more and she noticed therewere two more missed calls. She checked her history, it.