I skipped to the driver’s side and entered the car, started the engine then looked at Mrs. Jameson with a slight smile on my face. “You look very ...ovely, you’re sure to know Mr. Jameson off his feet” I uttered as we drove off.At last we sat at our table as the waiter poured us some wine, sure enough I glanced at how beautiful the top of red dress looked as it clasped her breasts as well as noticing her looking at her watch, it must have been one of the gifts I bought for her in place of her. I reversed my course from theday before until I got back to the main highway. A short while later Ifound a small dirt parking lot halfway between Killington and Pittsfieldthat was a trailhead for the Long Trail, the premier hiking trail inVermont. The parking lot was already crowded this early in the morningwith day hikers. Well, it was peak season after all, but I was notworried. The crowds would thin out once I got out on the trail andpeople went off in different directions. Funny, it. Flora: "I think I found it, at second sexy intimate investigation, as you insist, our Master".Sanne seeks degradation and humiliation in her proposal to sleep in her bitches' bed.Sanne needs to be brutally abused, without any need, nor wish to orgasm for reward.Sanne seeks submissive stretching of her tight teen twat. She needs to feel filled up.Flora's eagerness to deflorate by dildo or few fingers that very virgin hot hymen of her. Flora's evident dominance over Sanne in our sexy 3-some chat. . I quietly left and changed in the car.” She paused again. “Later that day I moved the mirror, over by the door, hoping that I'd be able to... see you... again.”I started to speak again “I l...” she, again, stopped me.“I'm sorry if I made things difficult for you... I just wanted to feel you hold me so badly...” and, with teary eyes, whispered “I'm so sorry.”There was another long pause before I broke the silence. I looked into her eyes and said “I Love you, too... ever since I was thirteen.