I'm not sure, not sure about anything." She stood, wringing her hands. "I'm just not sure. Poor Billy. What can we do?" Anne felt tears welling up.The...old lady rang a small bell and told her maid to have the carriage brought around. "Fetch my shawl and get my cane. We are going into town." Anne helped her stand. "Let's see if we can rescue Billy, bring him home." She smiled at the girl. "I lost a lover once. I know how that feels." But we don't know where," Anne began."The barracks are on. Sure, I glanced at her legs and enjoyed the way the seatbelt parted her breasts, but I didn’t touch her.When we reached the hotel she drove into the car park rather than dropping me at the entrance.“You coming in?” I asked.“I thought we were having dinner,” she said a bit nervously.“Great!” I said. “Yeah. We should have time to get downstairs and do the buffet thing.”That was the cheaper option, but still quite fancy. We skipped down the stairs and got organized.“So, had any interesting dates. He smirked and reached down, one finger dipping inside of her and slipping around with ease in the wet opening. His fingers pulled back and he smirked. "You little slut," he muttered, causing her to smile. "Taste yourself," he demanded as he placed his finger in front of her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth and sucked his finger clean, tongue swirling around and taking him deep into her throat, making him release a soft moan. He pulled his finger back with a gentle pop as she released it from. .” she sighs, thinking about how good her mistress tastes on her tongue.“David...” she continues. “Where are you? Why are you not here to save me?”“Beth...” she groans as her fingers plunge back into her.Each thought takes her closer and closer until the orgasm bursts with ferocity. She rests her head against the wall, driving her fingers in and out, in and out at a steady and constant pace.“Come save me, David,” she cries through tear filled eyes. “Come fuck me, Mistress.”Janice doesn’t know.