?SShlackk! The hard forehand stroke wrapped around straight onto my right breast, the knotted thongs hitting my nipple like bullets. ?EEEEEE!? I let...out a shrill scream. My knees gave out from under me, and I hung from my bound wrists. As the pain crested, I thought I was going to faint. He paused to feel my breast. After a time I murmured, ?Eleven, sir.? The end was finally near.?Where should we lay the last one? We want to finish strongly, don’t we? You’re such a good girl under the. After a quick breakfast I went and finished dressing in my uniform (and black pantyhose underneath) and went to work. My cat, who clamped onto my arm and didn't want to let go, didn't want to see me leave her. I was also concerned with dad trying to check his E-mail and finding my TS ones. I knew that worry was a waste of time. When I got to work, I noticed that only two bag boys were on duty and the store was a madhouse. I quickly clocked in and got carts, followed by making coffee. I notice. One week, no sex. Or masturbation. Nothing, at all.” “You got it, after this, nothing.” I was okay for the first few hours of the next day, then you got cruel. Strutting around in skimpy little outfits and purposely trying to make me want you. I got you back, how did you enjoy that picture, by the way? You slept unnaturally close, nearly on top of me. Accidentally, or maybe even purposely, I can never tell, your hand brushed my cock gently and I groaned as it started to harden. I did fall. “With Groat here I am at little risk,” Groat struggled to keep his peace, “and besides there are several good reasons as to why it should be me and not either of you two. “In primis,” she listed, “the description of the villains, as put about by yon poor trooper, is of a fierce fellow with a red beard, I can be fierce, yet I have no beard, so how can it be me they are looking for? “Item – I have a co-conspirator here at Castle D’Airing, you are alone at Fox Hall, my lord, it is far easier for.