Her Dom was hidden in the near by bushes capturing the whole scene on a cam recorder. Once the elderly gentleman was finished he pulled his y fronts a...d troucers back up told her she was a dirty slut and carried on with his daily walk. The slave was left tethered in the field, feeling very vunerable and very exposed. After a considerable time when the slave thought no one else would walk through the field, she caught movement on the far side of the pasture. Feeling very. While dancing, she remembers seeing Rosalie days before, first, climbing the steps of a supermarket, and second, in a lingerie store. At that moment it seems coincidental to see her in two places at once, but now she understands, she understands that Rosalie was following her.«I've seen her more than once in the store, she spied on me, more than once she has seen me naked!»“Let's go beautiful, get that skirt up, I want to know what color is your garment, white, black? Rosalie touches gently. It’s coming from his arse hole. Reaching between his legs he explores with his fingers. Something thick, gloopy and moist is coating his hole. He pulls his hand away, half expecting to see blood stain his fingertips, and is relieved to find the substance is clear. Relief that only lasts for a split second. “Fuck!” It looks like cum. Sniffing it . . . it smells like cum. Cum and arse. “I’ve been fucked, some cunt has used my hole.” Now he remembers . . . he wanted all this and that explains. He focused his attention on Verothlen. "Relax, old friend, I am here with you. What possessed you to try to fetch me by magery?"Relieved, Verothlen turned and headed for a sideboard. Over his shoulder, he answered, "My boy, it was perfectly safe. I had you all the time. Now, where is that wine?" The last sentence was muttered, as if Avatharel had not been meant to hear it, but Avatharel knew better.Verothlen turned with two crystal goblets of deep red wine. He shuffled back to Avatharel, and.