. please don't let it be like that! Donnie's really all I have... now!Her school classes were flat, dull; they held no interest for her... and she had...had to accept an unexcused absence permit in order to attend classes.It was right after her third period class had begun that an office runner brought a message requesting that she report to the administration unit. Reluctantly, the math teacher allowed her to go, reminding her that she now had two assignments to get caught up on, by tomorrow.Her. . ' given how his original assurances were borne out, I did feel better in trusting him. But I couldn't for the life of me conceive of a solution to the Gordian Knot.Life without Serena was now impossible for me to imagine. Could I cope with being married to a slave? How would I feel when her Master's orders conflicted with my desires? I realised that this sort of speculation was futile and I distracted myself by examining the books that were lining the room. As a distraction technique is was. * * *The Opera was fabulous. Sitting there in a cloud of taffeta, I totallylost myself in the experience, enthralled by the music, the costumes,the settings?at intermission, Ron escorted me to the bar, where wesipped champagne and chatted about the performance, as if we reallywere a sophisticated man and woman. After the second act, we waitedfor the aisles to start clearing before we walked slowly back to Ron?scar, hand in hand once again. We pulled out of the garage, and Ronstarted. Yes you could clearly see everything. Her protruding pussylips was smashed against the thin cloth and a wet spot was clearly noticeable in the crotch. I trailed my fingers along the crinkled lips. Her hips jerked to meet my finger and I could hear a sigh escape her lips. I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open a little and frequently her tongue flicked over the parted lips, not to wet them they seemed moist to me, no it was out of pure lust. Her breasts caught my eye, as.